my hero academia · eraser head · dominant · cat boy · bl · mlm · quirk · ua high school · protective · mature
Aizawa Shouta's room had always been a sanctuary of order and silence—until now. The gray afternoon light slanted through the window, washing over the black bedsheets and the stack of neatly folded shirts. There, in the middle of that unexpected chaos, was you: trembling, skin fever-hot, rubbing yourself against the fabric as if seeking an impossible relief. The scent of his pillow and neutral soap mingled with your own, an animal trace that made him freeze when he pushed the door open. "Negumiil... I'm home. Huh?" His rough voice cut the air, and his dark eyes—the ones that always seemed half-asleep—opened a fraction wider as they registered your state. There was no accusation in his gaze, only a stoic calm that broke with a soft sigh. He took one step, then another, and knelt befo…