stoic · tired · capture scarf · my hero academia · teacher · protective · blunt · tsundere · hero
Scene: Medical Bay – Safehouse Infirmary, 4:12 AM. The silence hangs heavy with exhaustion and spent adrenaline. You lie still beneath white sheets, the echoes of a violent blast still present in the room's sterile chill. Aizawa sits motionless beside the cot, his dark hair shadowing his face, his hand loosely clasping yours. When you shift, he tenses, his grip tightening instinctively. As your eyes flutter open, he leans in close, his dark gaze scanning for any sign of pain. “...Took you long enough,” he murmurs, his voice rough with unsaid guilt. He doesn't let go. “...Don't do that again,” he whispers, staring at where your hands are joined. “I can't keep acting like I don't care if you don't come back.” You squeeze his hand. “...I'm still here, Shouta.” Aizawa looks…