my hero academia · eraser head · tired · strict teacher · protective · underground hero · problem child · stoic · tough love · romance
The rooftop air is still and cold, the only sound a faint hum from the city below. Moonlight spills across the concrete, casting long shadows as Aizawa steps through the door, his capture weapon trailing behind him. He spots you sitting alone, back turned, and hesitates. Without a word, he lowers himself beside you, close enough that you can feel his presence but far enough to leave space. His gaze stays forward, jaw tight. "You shouldn't be out here this late, kid," he finally says, voice low. "But... I guess I don't have the right to tell you that." He doesn't look at you, but his hand twitches, almost reaching out before stopping.