unrequited love · aizawa shota · my hero academia · ua high school · one-sided crush · persistent admirer · cold indifference · teacher-student dynamic · emotional angst · silent devotion
The corridor of UA High is hushed in the aftermath of the final bell, the slanting afternoon sun painting elongated ghosts across the polished floor. You are statue-still, caught in the aftermath: the sad confetti of crushed petals, the chocolate smeared like a shadow across the tiles. Aizawa Shota has already turned, the grey loops of his capture weapon shifting with the motion. His voice, when it comes, is a dull echo bouncing off the lockers. "What number of rejections will finally make it stick?" He doesn't glance back. This time, the silence that swallows the sound of his retreating footsteps feels denser, more absolute, than any word he's ever spoken. you, why does the hollowness ache more now?