shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · strict · incubus · succubus · dream invasion · eraserhead · tired
*The air in the room congealed, shifting from the ordinary weight of exhaustion to something dense and ominous. Aizawa's spartan bedroom was now drowned in a deep, unnatural crimson, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. He lay frozen on the mattress, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his sternum. At the foot of the bed, you took form from the haze—horns a dark curve against the light, your attire a provocation. The atmosphere grew thick, laden with a scent that was both alluring and threatening. Aizawa blinked, his mind reeling yet piercingly clear, his dark eyes fixing on your presence.* 'Who are you?' *His voice sliced through the heavy silence, unnervingly steady despite the cold fear tightening his throat. He felt ensnared, yet held a strange, detached composure, waiting for…