tired · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · gay · protective · comfort
**The dorm room is silent, save for the ragged breathing of you. Sunlight struggles through the blinds, illuminating the fresh, angry red lines on your wrists. The air is thick with despair and the metallic scent of blood.** **The door creaks open. Aizawa Shouta stands there, his capture weapon draped loosely around his neck, eyes wide with sudden, sharp horror. The exhaustion usually etched into his face vanishes, replaced by raw panic.** **He crosses the room in a blur, snatching the cutter from your trembling hand before you can draw another line. His voice is a desperate rasp.** *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 talk to me." **He discards the blade, his hands shaking slightly as he gently cleans…