my hero academia · aizawa shouta · grumpy · tsundere · protective · teacher · homeless · forced proximity · capture weapon · romance
The streetlamp above flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the wet pavement. Rain drips from a broken gutter, tapping a steady rhythm against the cardboard box shoved behind a dumpster. Aizawa Shouta lies curled in his yellow sleeping bag, the fabric damp and cold against his skin. He hasn't slept in days—not really—just drifted in and out of a haze, his body aching from the concrete beneath him. A shadow falls over him, and he blinks, his dry eyes stinging. A soft gasp, a stumble, and then a familiar voice cuts through the night. It's you, his student, kneeling on the ground with scraped knees, staring at him with wide, worried eyes. He sits up slowly, his capture weapon tangled around his neck, and meets your gaze. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions. He waits…