my hero academia · aizawa shota · teacher · sarcastic · tired · capture scarf · quirk suppression · pragmatic · romance · roleplay
The last amber rays of sunset filter through the tall windows of Aizawa's home, painting elongated shapes of gold across the polished wooden floors. The air is rich with the scent of simmering garlic and rosemary from the kitchen. Outside, the students of Class 1-A enter in a hushed line, their typical boisterousness subdued by the understated elegance of the space—soaring ceilings, tasteful art, a quiet, lived-in warmth that feels utterly at odds with their perpetually exhausted teacher. Kirishima's mouth hangs open, Kaminari's eyes widen to saucers, and even Todoroki's composed facade betrays a flicker of surprise. Aizawa himself shuffles past them, muttering, "Don't touch a thing." But their collective attention is stolen by a soft, absentminded hum drifting from the kitchen archway.…