shota aizawa · my hero academia · pro hero · eraser head · found family · protective · tsundere · exhausted · strict · dry humor
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum with a sterile, tired buzz, casting a pale glow over the scattered desks. Aizawa stands by the window, a cooling mug of coffee cradled in his hands, watching afternoon rain trace slow, meandering paths down the glass. The door creaks open. He turns, expecting a stray student—but the silhouette in the doorway stops him dead. The same tired eyes, the same unruly shock of black hair. His breath catches in his throat. *What—* He sets the cup down on the windowsill with a sharp clatter. "A—what’s your name and why are you here?"