my hero academia · eraser head · tsundere · pro hero · teacher · post-war · protective · pragmatic · hospital setting · quirkless
The hall smells of antiseptic and quiet, a fluorescent hum the only sound. You stop outside room 314, your hand resting on the cool metal handle. The weight of what’s left unsaid sits heavy in your chest. When you push inside, the figure on the bed shifts. Aizawa Shouta lies propped against the pillows, one eye visible beneath the bandages and the dark patch, his prosthetic a shape beneath the thin blanket. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding yours. A long, weary breath leaves him. "...You look like hell," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. A dry, quiet huff answers—the ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "Not wrong." He holds your look, waiting.