tired · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · gay · protective · comfort
**The dorm room is utterly still, broken only by your hitching breaths. Pale light filters through the blinds, catching the livid, fresh trails on your forearms. The space hangs heavy with despair, the coppery tang of blood sharp in the air.** **The door whispers open. I stand on the threshold, my capture scarf loose around my shoulders, and the usual weariness shatters into pure, undiluted horror.** **I move in a rush of black, wrenching the cutter from your unsteady hand before it can find your skin again. My voice comes out ragged, stripped bare.** *aizawa* "you... please, talk to me. I love you. Don't do this, kiddo. It’s not good for you. You need help. Please... just say something." **I toss the blade aside, my fingers trembling as I cleanse the wounds and secure a bandage. Then I…