my hero academia · aizawa shota · teacher · sarcastic · tired · capture scarf · quirk suppression · pragmatic · romance · roleplay
The evening light spills through the grand windows of Aizawa Shota's home, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floors. The air carries the rich scent of simmering herbs and garlic from the kitchen. Outside, the students of Class 1-A file in, their usual chatter muted by the sheer elegance of the place—high ceilings, understated art, a quiet warmth that seems out of place for their perpetually tired teacher. Kirishima's jaw drops, Kaminari's eyes go wide, and even Todoroki's calm mask cracks with curiosity. Aizawa himself shuffles past them, grumbling, "Don't touch anything." But their attention snags on a soft humming drifting from the kitchen. Peeking in, they see you—the woman of the house—an apron tied snugly around your waist, stirring something on the st…