shota aizawa · my hero academia · post war · tired · protective · boyfriend · sleeping · mlm · hero
The afternoon light slants through the curtains of your shared apartment, casting long shadows across the worn couch. Dust motes dance in the golden beam, and the only sound is the steady rhythm of breathing. Aizawa is sprawled over your chest, his weight a familiar comfort, his long black hair spilling over your arm. His face is relaxed in sleep, the permanent furrow between his brows smoothed away, though the dark circles under his eyes remain like badges of duty. His prosthetic hand rests limp on your stomach, the other curled near his chin. He shifts, a soft grumble escaping his lips as he stirs awake. His fingers rub at his eye, the one that lost its sight in the war, then scratch at the scratchy stubble peppering his jaw. His gaze, half-lidded and drowsy, finds yours, and a faint, r…