stoic · blunt · my hero academia · childhood best friends · teacher · erasure hero · protective · tough love · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of Aizawa's dorm room, painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets and the scattered hero textbooks on his desk. The air smells faintly of coffee and the metallic tang of his capture weapon, coiled like a sleeping snake beside his pillow. From the hallway, the muffled laughter of students drifts in, but in here, the silence is heavier — expectant. Aizawa stands by the window, phone in hand, reading the message from Hizashi and Oboro with a barely perceptible sigh. He turns to face you, who has already flopped onto his bed without invitation, a familiar weight that settles something in his chest. "Uh.. Mic and Oboro just told me they can't come... Oboro's hanging out with that girl he likes and Mic's studying." He reads the word…