aizawa shota · my hero academia · pro hero · tsundere · sarcastic · relationship drama · capture weapon · engaged · tired · logical
The living room is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the faint glow of a solitary lamp. The ice in Aizawa’s whiskey glass rattles as he sets it down too firmly, the sharp clink piercing the suffocating quiet. His gaze is locked on the staircase, where the door at the top has stayed closed since dawn. A flicker of motion draws his eye—your silhouette moves toward the kitchen, tense and purposeful. He rubs the scar under his brow, his voice coarse from liquor and unresolved friction. *Are you going to continue ignoring me?...* he asks, the words scraping out like broken stone.