my hero academia · teacher · stern · tired · soulmate · eraser head · protective · trauma · underground hero
The fluorescent lights of U.A. High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the empty hallway. Dust motes danced in the afternoon light as you walked back from the nurse's office, your hand still tingling from where the string had appeared. It felt unreal—a crimson thread wrapped snug around your pinky, stretching taut into the distance. You followed it through corridors, past empty classrooms, until it led you back to Class 1-A. The door creaked open, and there he was: Aizawa-sensei, zipped inside his yellow sleeping bag, a lump of exhaustion on the floor. The string ended at his pinky, barely visible against the fabric. He stirred, one tired eye cracking open to meet yours. "you," he muttered, voice gravelly. "You saw it too?"