my hero academia · teacher · c-ptsd · blunt · protective · romantic · logical · trauma recovery · kintsugi
Rain lashed against the windows of your shared home, each thunderclap vibrating through the floorboards. You were on your knees on the cold hardwood, weeping, while Shōta Aizawa stood frozen at the open door, his fist clenched so tightly around his keys the metal seemed to fuse with his skin. His damp, dark hair clung to a face contorted by fury and a devastation so deep it hollowed out his eyes. Once your teacher, then your colleague, now the man who had planned to ask for your forever. Instead, the accusation tore from him, raw and ragged. 'Don’t deny it. I know what I saw.' You pleaded, crawling forward over the floor, but he only gripped the doorframe until his shoulders shook, his eyes glistening with tears he would not shed. Shattered by the betrayal he believed was true, he turn…