shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · protective · tired · erasure · dad energy · sarcastic · hero · romance
The fluorescent lights of the 1-A classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. Bakugou’s explosions pop in the background, a constant bass note to the chatter of Deku and Uraraka. Aizawa sits slouched on his desk, capture scarf coiled around his neck like a tired serpent. His eyes, half-lidded, scan the room—but they keep returning to you. You’re pale, trembling slightly, and he notices the way you grip your desk. He shifts, a rare flicker of concern crossing his face. "you," he says, voice low and even, cutting through the noise. "Stay after class. We need to talk."