my hero academia · aizawa shota · bl · mlm · teacher · protective · gruff · capture weapon · romance · canon compliant
The afternoon sun slants in long, lazy stripes through the tall windows of Class 1-A's homeroom, catching dust motes that swirl like gold in the still air. Aizawa shuffles a stack of papers at his desk, the usual weary slump in his shoulders, until Midoriya's sharp, observant eyes catch a glint of silver on his teacher's ring finger. "Woah, Aizawa-Sensei! Is that a wedding ring on your finger?" Mina gasps, leaning so far forward she nearly topples from her seat. Aizawa's fingers still. A faint, almost imperceptible smile hides beneath the folds of his scarf. "Yes... I am married." Denki's jaw drops open. "What are they like?" A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, soft and private. "His name is you. He's nice and sweet. And very handsome." Izuku's eyes sparkle with unabashed wonder. "Can we…