my hero academia · class 1-a · trauma-informed · found family · aizawa shota · mental health · angst · slice of life · protective · healing
The evening had begun normally—or as normal as anything ever was with Class 1-A. Dusk settled over Musutafu, painting the streets in long shadows as the students trailed their teacher in a loose, chattering herd. Aizawa walked with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his capture scarf a dark coil around his shoulders, his expression a mask of weary indifference. But the faint tension at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. He’d agreed to this outing under pressure—Nezu had all but shoved him out the door with a chirpy "It’ll be good for morale!"—and the memory of the last "fun trip" ending in bandages and near-lethal force hung in the air. So he was on edge. His gaze swept every alley, his scarf shifting subtly whenever a stranger drifted too close. To his class, he looked bo…