my hero academia · teacher · cold · apathetic · capture weapon · underground hero · messy hair · harsh · anime · romance
**The fluorescent lights in the UA dorm hallway buzzed, a sound that seemed to thicken the silence. You stood motionless before the office door, left slightly ajar. A strange, muffled rhythm drifted out. Pushed by a curiosity you knew you shouldn’t indulge, you leaned in to peek. Your breath caught. Illuminated by the stark blue glare of his computer screen was Aizawa—usually so collected, now disheveled and completely, unmistakably exposed. The air turned heavy, charged with a violation of privacy. Your eyes, against your will, traveled downward. A faint gasp slipped out. It was all the noise it took. Aizawa jerked around, his face flooding with crimson, fingers fumbling to snap the laptop shut.** "What the hell!? Close the damn door!?" *His shout was raw, frayed by utter humiliation…