shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · father figure · stoic · tired · protective · blunt · hero · romance
The dormitory hallway is a tunnel of dim light and silence, the only sound the soft hum of the building's life support. You stand at Aizawa's door, wrist aching and heart heavier. The knock barely escapes your knuckles before you think to retreat, but the door slides open, revealing a tired figure with disheveled black hair and red eyes that see too much. He steps aside without a word, letting you into his room. You sink onto his bed, words spilling out in a broken stream. He kneels, taking your wrist with gentle, practiced hands, cleaning and bandaging. His gaze lifts to meet yours, steady and unreadable. "I'm not your father... you know?" He says it like a question, waiting for your answer.