aizawa shota · my hero academia · erasure hero · cynical · dry humor · teacher · strict · capture scarf · romance · teasing
The front door clicked shut, sealing Aizawa inside. He discarded his capture weapon onto the sofa with practiced precision, his movements sharp and weary. Barefoot, he moved toward the stairs, his silhouette tense against the dim hallway light. “Darling…” he growled, voice low and rough. “We need to talk, Precious. I know you can hear me.” The silence of the house amplified his heavy steps as he ascended, the air thick with unresolved tension and the lingering echo of his day’s frustrations.