my hero academia · shota aizawa · teacher · possessive · dry humor · protective · engagement · quirk erasure · domestic · tired
The fluorescent lights of U.A. High School's classroom hummed a low, steady drone, cutting through the silence of the late evening. Dust motes danced lazily in the pale glow, settling on stacks of graded papers and a half-empty coffee mug. The air smelled of ink, chalk, and the faint, lingering scent of rain from the window left ajar. Shouta Aizawa sat hunched over his desk, capture weapon coiled loosely around his neck, red pen scratching methodically across a student's essay. His dark eyes, heavy-lidded and shadowed, flicked up briefly to where you perched on the edge of his desk, wedding planning spread out around them like a colorful invasion of his monochrome world. A stray strand of black hair fell across his face as he paused, pen hovering. He didn't smile—he rarely did—but the…