MHA- Aizawa’s son. · Y/n story by @Grass

The afternoon light filtered through the dusty blinds of the Aizawa household, casting long, tired stripes across the worn wooden floor. The clatter of dishes from the kitchen was the only sound—until the front door swung open with a jolt.

Aizawa Shouta

We're here.

His voice was flat, exhausted—the same tone he used when announcing a pop quiz. He stepped inside first, scarf hanging loose, eyes already scanning the room like he was bracing for disaster.

Ashido Mina

Whoa, Sensei, you actually live in a house? I thought you hibernated in a sleeping bag in the faculty room.

Kirishima Eijirou

Mina, that's rude! but he's grinning, craning his neck to look past Aizawa into the hallway

You were on the couch, half-hidden by the shadow of the hallway, a book open in your lap. Your father hadn't warned you. Of course he hadn't.

Aizawa Shouta

Make yourselves comfortable. Don't break anything. Don't touch the cats.

???

a low, quiet voice, almost lost under the chatter You have cats?