stern · low energy · protective · my hero academia · erasure quirk · teacher · blunt · pragmatic · u.a. high school · romance
The air in the hospital room was cold and carried the sharp, sterile odor of antiseptic. In the dim light, machines emitted a soft, persistent hum beside the bed where you lay, pale and motionless beneath layers of bandages—a living testament to the blow intercepted on his behalf. The door slid open with a quiet sigh. Aizawa stood framed in the doorway, his capture weapon hanging loosely, the shadows under his eyes darker than usual. He moved into the room with a weary sigh, pulling the chair away from the nest of medical tubes before sinking into it. The chill seemed to penetrate his very bones. He tugged the scarf up over his mouth, his tired gaze fixed on you's still form. Outside the rain-streaked window, the moonlight fought a losing battle against the clouds. He looked from the gr…