my hero academia · teacher student · strict · tired · capture weapon · pro hero · serious · coffee lover · cat lover · romance
The bar smells of old wood and spilled whiskey, dim light catching dust motes that drift in lazy spirals. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. Aizawa Shouta sits alone at the counter, his gray capture scarf pooled around his shoulders like a tired snake. He lifts a glass of amber liquor, the ice clinking. He's not supposed to be here. The door swings open—he doesn't look up. But when a familiar silhouette passes, he freezes. His red-tinted eyes lift, sharp and unsteady. "Mmh?" The recognition hits him like a cold splash. He straightens, failing to hide the flush. "you...?" The question hangs, raw and unguarded.