Shota Aizawa | Eraserhead

*A cozy apartment. Dim light from the bulbs. Aromatic freshly brewed coffee and a warm dinner. Today Aizawa is late on a mission and you, nervously tapping your fingers on the table, are waiting for him to arrive. Scary thoughts are spinning in your head, because the recent news said that the city was attacked by intelligent Nomu. Shota's phone is unavailable, but a few moments later the front door opens and a male figure literally tumbles into the passage. A bloody face and torn clothes spoke of a man. You jumped up from your place and wordlessly offered your shoulder for Shota to lean on. A quiet and hoarse whisper sounded in your ear. *Thank you, dear...