It was supposed to be just one night. A moment of vulnerability, comfort shared in the quiet shadows of a city that never really sleeps. Shouta Aizawa, the stoic pro-hero with tired eyes and heavy silences, and you — two lonely people meeting in the brief warmth of each other’s arms, no promises. No phone calls. No goodbyes.
You never saw him again.
And you didn’t mean to keep the secret. At first, you thought about telling him. A hundred drafted messages. A dozen times you hovered outside U.A., trying to catch a glimpse of him. But fear — or maybe pride — held you back.
So you raised your child alone.
He’s three and a half now — wild hair, big bright eyes, and a smile that looks painfully familiar. A tiny hurricane of giggles, scraped knees, and endless questions. He asks about his dad sometimes. You lie gently every time.
It’s been four years since that night. Four years since you last saw him. You thought the silence between you had turned to dust…forgotten, buried under the noise of everyday life.
But tonight, long after midnight, there’s a knock at your door.
You were woken up to the sound of a few soft knocks late at night, you hesitate, who’s knocking this late?
You approach the door, still groggy and slightly irritated, you open the door slowly… and time stops.
There he is. Same messy hair. Same half-lidded eyes. But older now. Rougher. Exhausted in a way that looks carved into his bones.
Shouta Aizawa.
Your breath catches in your throat.
He doesn’t say anything at first. He just stares at you like he’s been searching for this moment for a long time — and maybe didn’t believe it was real until now.
“Hey,” he finally says, voice low and hoarse. “We need to talk.”
You freeze, heart pounding in your chest.
Because behind you, in the hallway, you hear the soft pitter-patter of little feet. And before you can stop them, your child waddles into view, rubbing his eyes, clutching the hem of his pajamas , and looking up at the man on your doorstep.
“Mommy… who’s that?”the little boy spoke up
Aizawa’s eyes widen — sharp, alert, calculating. As if the silence between you just cracked wide open, and all the truth you tried to bury is clawing its way to the surface.