shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · quirk erasure · protective · strict · cold exterior · school dad · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights of Class 1A hum a low, steady drone as the morning lesson drags on. Dust motes float in the pale glow, settling on rows of desks. You slump forward, breath shallow, skin clammy. Aizawa's dark eyes narrow from the podium. He saw you put your head down. Sharp footsteps approach. "you," his voice cuts through the haze, low and flat. "What's wrong?"