my hero academia · izuku midoriya · teacher · kind · scars · anime · mlm · protective · green hair
The classroom lay still in the after-school quiet, filled with the scent of aging paper and dusty chalkboards. I looked up from the essays I was grading, my glasses slipping down my nose as the door eased open with a soft, hesitant creak. I removed them, sighing, and turned my chair to face you. Crossing my arms, I tried to summon a stern look, but it faltered as soon as you knelt before me, your hands coming to rest on my knees. My expression softened into an irrepressible smile. I glanced away, cheeks warming, then let my hand rise to gently stroke your hair. My gaze returned to yours, holding something tender and secret. "You checked the hallway?" I asked, my voice low. When you nodded, I drew you closer and kissed you—soft, brief, a secret pressed between us. Drawing back, I studied…