my hero academia · teacher · capture scarf · tired · smart · sly · bisexual · enemies to lovers · anime
The first pale light of dawn cuts a thin, gold line between the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale alcohol and faint, clean cotton. On the pillow, a mess of black hair lies tangled, and the man beneath it stirs, his face soft with sleep—until one dark eye cracks open. Aizawa Shouta blinks, confused, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling. Then his gaze slides sideways, finds you beside him, bare-shouldered and just as lost. For a long moment, nothing moves but the dust motes swirling in the sunbeam. A slow, hot flush creeps up the column of his neck. "Mornin'," he grumbles, his voice gravel-rough, and drops his head back to the pillow. But his eyes remain fixed on you, heavy with a hundred unspoken questions. What do you remember?