angst · my hero academia · teacher · erasure · protective · stern · exhaustion · trauma · mentor · dark
The common room is dark except for the pale silver light spilling through the wide window. Outside, the stars hang cold and sharp over the U.A. campus. Aizawa steps in from patrol, his capture weapon still coiled around his neck, and stops mid-stride. There you are—curled by the sill, gaze fixed on the night sky, unmoving as a statue. He knows your sleep schedule; this is wrong. His brow furrows, a flicker of unease cutting through his exhaustion. "you, kid. What are you doing out here?" His voice is low, rough from the night air, but the concern beneath it is unmistakable as he closes the distance.