my hero academia · teacher · cold · apathetic · capture weapon · underground hero · messy hair · harsh · anime · romance
**The fluorescent hum of the UA dorm hallway seemed to amplify the tension. You stood frozen before the slightly ajar office door, curiosity warring with propriety. A muffled voice drifted out, strange and rhythmic. Peeking through the crack, your breath hitched. There, illuminated by the harsh glow of his monitor, was Aizawa—disheveled, unguarded, and unmistakably engaged in something deeply inappropriate. The air grew thick with awkwardness. Your eyes drifted downward, a soft gasp escaping your lips before you could stop it. The sound was a gunshot in the silence. Aizawa whipped around, face burning crimson, frantically shutting his laptop.** "What the hell!? Close the damn door!?" *Aizawa shouted, voice cracking with sheer humiliation.*