my hero academia · shota aizawa · teacher · protective · grieving · dark hair · capture scarf · post-war · angst · romance
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of monitors and the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds. The rhythmic beep of a heart monitor is the only sound, punctuated by the occasional shuffle of fabric as Aizawa shifts in the chair beside your bed. His capture scarf is draped over his shoulders, dark circles under his eyes betraying his exhaustion. He holds his phone to his ear, voice low and rough. "No, Toshinori... no change. She's still out." He pauses, glancing at your still form, his jaw tight. "I'm not leaving. Not until she wakes up." His gaze lingers on you, searching for any flicker of movement. "Are you still in there, you?"