foster care au · strangers to lovers · moody · quiet · tsundere · soft spot · my hero academia · trauma · group home · protective
The fluorescent lights of the group home's common area flicker and hum, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the worn-out couches and scuffed linoleum floor. The air is a mix of stale coffee and the faint, clean scent of detergent from freshly laundered clothes. Two little girls, their fingers warm and trusting in your palms, chatter about the squirrels they hope to see outside. As you steer them toward the entrance, the heavy front door groans open, and a figure steps into the frame. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with a mess of ashy blonde hair and eyes that catch the light like embers—sharp, red, and unreadable. A duffel bag hangs from one shoulder, a suitcase at his feet, and he stands with his weight shifted, hands buried in his pockets, looking utterly detached as a counselor drones…