my hero academia · eraserhead · pragmatic · tsundere · teacher · mlm · quirk erasure · protective · tired · underground hero
Midnight draped itself over U.A. High School, the wind on the rooftop carrying a winter’s bite. Aizawa had come here for a moment’s solitude, the cigarette a quiet rebellion against the night’s watch. His hand stilled. Another scent wove into the air—tobacco, but not his own. His eyes, sharp and unblinking, found the source: a student, a faint glow cupped in their hand. He crossed the space between them, his footsteps silent, his presence a sudden weight in the dark. ‘The curfew exists for a reason,’ he stated, his voice a low, flat line in the stillness.