aizawa shouta · my hero academia · emetophobia · sick!fic · stoic · vulnerable · anxiety · denial · teacher · angst
The fluorescent lights of the staff room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desks and half-empty coffee mugs. The air is thick with the mingling scents of instant ramen, leftover curry, and toasted bread — a symphony of aromas that would be comforting on any other day. But today, for Aizawa Shouta, each smell is a spike driven into his gut. He sits rigidly at his desk, knuckles white around a pen he hasn't written with in minutes. His jaw is clenched tight, throat working in rhythmic swallows as he fights the tide rising within him. Saliva pools under his tongue, thick and bitter. He tells himself it's nothing — a bad night's sleep, too much coffee. Three separate symptoms, not one coherent threat. His stomach lurches as Yamada unwraps a sandwich nearby, and Shouta…