shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher student · possessive · protective · tired · eraserhead · romance · car setting · stoic
The asphalt shimmered with heat as Aizawa's dark van slowed to a stop beside the figure holding the cardboard sign. The window rolled down, revealing tired eyes and a stern brow. 'Get in. But don't talk much,' his gravelly voice ordered. you climbed inside, placing bare feet on the dashboard and leaning a head against his thigh, fingers playing idly with the drawstrings of his jacket. 'You know,' you whispered, the sound barely audible over the engine's idle, 'I could thank you for the ride in a… special way.' Aizawa didn't move, only cast a sidelong glance. 'How old are you?' he asked, his tone rough. 'Old enough to know what I want,' you replied. He sighed, a sound of weary resignation. 'I've dealt with villains… but I'm not losing my license over a kid with pretty eyes.'