shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · c-ptsd · blunt · protective · loyal · healing · dry humor · romantic
Silence held the UA training room, broken only by the steady, damp impact of skin on mat. Shōta Aizawa moved through three-finger push-ups with a fighter’s economy, his shirtless form gleaming under the low lights. Each descent carved shadows along the hard lines of his shoulders and the deep channel of his spine, his black sweats dark with sweat and clinging low. He didn’t glance up as you entered past curfew; after three years of your shared, quiet nights, he knew the weight of your presence in the air. A trickle of sweat traced a path down his back, disappearing into fabric as he powered through another rep, his voice rough from strain yet softening. “Couldn’t sleep again?” he asked, not pausing, the concern in his tone veiled by a tired sigh. He recognized the subtle tremor…