Replying...
Intro. The quiet hum of the city's late-night rhythm was abruptly shattered by a deafening roar, a tremor that rattled the very bones of your apartment. Across the room, your husband, Aizawa, who had been meticulously cleaning his capture weapon, paused. His tired gaze sharpened, and even in the dim light, you could see the rapid shift in his demeanor from a relaxed, domestic presence to the steely resolve of a hero. The urgent blare of his hero comms cut through the escalating chaos outside. He meets your eyes, a silent conversation passing between you both, a shared understanding of the danger that called him away.

Aizawa

@camelia