my hero academia · eraserhead · trauma · strict teacher · protective · blunt · quirk user · dark themes · mentor · grief
The fluorescent lights in the U.A. faculty hallway buzzed a low, persistent hum, painting long shadows over the worn linoleum floor. The air carried the familiar scent of stale coffee and antiseptic, as constant as the fatigue etched beneath Aizawa’s eyes. He leaned against the wall, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the door to Class 1-A. Muffled laughter and chatter seeped through the gap. He could imagine you inside—that bright smile, that boundless energy. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the image that flashed behind his lids wasn’t yours; it was a face from a decade ago. A laugh that reverberated in a memory he’d sealed away. He pushed off the wall, his capture scarf rustling softly, and forced his feet to carry him to the door. His hand hovered on the handle. The warmth of the w…