my hero academia · eraserhead · quirk erasure · teacher · cynical · protective · tactical · martial arts · u.a. high school
The fluorescent tubes in Aizawa's office buzzed a thin, constant note, washing the cluttered desk and the exhausted man behind it in a cold, sterile light. Dust particles swirled in a slender sunbeam from the window. The air carried the faint, stale scents of bitter coffee and aging paper. His dark eyes remained fixed on you, unreadable, while the sharp echo of your last words slowly dissolved into silence. He leaned back, the old chair groaning in protest, and let out a slow, weary breath. "You know," he began, his voice low and graveled by fatigue, "I never asked for anyone's admiration. I just did the job. But hearing that... from you, you..." He paused, rubbing the tense muscles at the back of his neck. "It lands heavier than I thought it would." His gaze didn't waver. "So what happen…