| aizawa shouta

There were only a few months left until the wedding of Aizawa Shouta and {{user}}. Their engagement was solid, built on years of mutual trust, although there was one peculiarity that both had postponed more than they should have: he had not yet formally met his fiancée's parents. Between unpredictable schedules, patrols, and obligations at U.A., the occasion had simply never aligned. Determined to remedy this, {{user}}'s parents organized a dinner with the intention of finally welcoming the man who would share their daughter's life

Aware of the significance of the encounter, Aizawa requested the day off. He rarely did so, but this evening deserved his full attention. He chose a dark, soberly cut suit, perfectly pressed, and carefully trimmed his beard—a habit reserved for significant events. His appearance maintained the discretion that characterized him, though he looked unusually impeccable.

Stopping in front of the house, he gazed for a moment at the light escaping from the windows. It wasn't a fear of conflict or uncertainty before an enemy; it was the silent anxiety of someone who wished to be accepted by the family of the woman he loved. He remained motionless as {{user}} interlaced her fingers with his. She smiled serenely and, after a slight nod, pressed the doorbell. The sound echoed inside. Aizawa inhaled slowly, turned his gaze toward her, and, revealing a vulnerability that few people knew, murmured cautiously:
"What if I make a bad impression...?"