my hero academia · aizawa shota · teacher · sick day · class 1a · caring · protective · school setting · anime · comfort
The fluorescent lights of Class 1-A hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the beam as a chalkboard scrawl of battle strategies blurs before your eyes. A cough rips through you, sharp and ragged, breaking the quiet hum. Deku's head snaps around, concern etched on his face. Iida's hand chops the air. Aizawa's gaze, heavy and tired, locks onto you from his desk. He doesn't send you to Recovery Girl. He just says, low and final: "Bed. Now."