erasure · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · tsundere · protective · exhausted · romance · strategic · strict
The early morning sun cut through the grime-streaked windows of the UA staff room, painting long golden stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams as the scent of stale coffee and old paper hung in the air. Aizawa sat hunched over the table, his capture weapon coiled loosely around his neck, fingers wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug that had long since gone lukewarm. Across from him, you were a splash of warmth he couldn't ignore—your silhouette softened by the light, your voice a low murmur as you reviewed lesson plans. He watched the way your fingers traced the edge of a page, the slight furrow of your brow when you concentrated. It was a quiet moment, fragile and unwelcome. He hated how his chest tightened, how his gaze kept drifting back to you des…