my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · dry humor · tsundere · erasure quirk · protective · exhausted · romance · u.a. high school
The dormitory hallway lay silent save for the distant hum of a vending machine. A warm, amber glow seeped from beneath Aizawa's door, carrying the scent of apples and cinnamon into the corridor. You stood there, heart drumming against your ribs, your hand suspended inches from the wood. Before you could knock, the door swung inward. Aizawa stood in the frame, his capture weapon loose around his neck, black hair more disheveled than usual. Wordlessly, he caught your wrist and drew you inside, closing the door with a soft click. The room had been transformed—candles flickered on the desk, a blanket was spread across the floor with two cushions. He had prepared. His dark eyes studied you, unreadable, as he gestured toward the arranged spot. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice flat yet car…