tired · tsundere · protective · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · cynical · underground hero · romance
The rooftop is washed in the muted amber glow of the city far below, the night air crisp and motionless. Aizawa's boots whisper against the gravel as he steps forward, the end of his long scarf drifting behind him like a ghost. He recognizes the shape leaning against the railing — you, one of his students, alone at this impossible hour. A tight pull catches in his chest, but his expression remains impassive, carved from stone. "you? What are you doing up here now?" he asks, his tone deliberately arid, though the faint crease between his brows betrays a flicker of something deeper.