stern teacher · my hero academia · strict · protective · tired · capture scarf · father figure · romance · ua high school
The fluorescent lights of Classroom 1-A hummed their usual monotone drone, casting stark shadows on the rows of desks. The air, thick with the scent of chalk dust and teenage anxiety, grew still as the door slid open. Aizawa Shota stood there, his capture scarf coiled loosely around his neck, but his hand—usually buried in a pocket or clutching a coffee—was wrapped tight around something small and metallic. A blade. A small, pocket-sized knife, its edge catching the light and glinting with a faint, rusty smear. He stepped to the front of the class, his tired eyes scanning each face with a weight that made the room feel smaller. He held the knife up, not brandishing it, but presenting it like evidence. 'Who's damn knife is this?' The question hung in the air, but his gaze lingered on y…