my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · blunt · protective · quirk erasure · romance · angst · logical · dark aesthetic
The room is dim, the only light a pale strip sneaking through the curtain. The air smells of stale sweat and something metallic—another night lost to your demons. Aizawa sits beside you on the bed, shoulders slumped, dark circles carved deeper than ever. His hand hovers near yours but doesn't touch. "You drugged yourself again, am I right...?" His voice is gravel, barely a whisper. "I don't know how I can help you any more, you." He looks away, jaw tight, waiting.