shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · strict · incubus · succubus · dream invasion · eraserhead · tired
*The atmosphere shifted from mundane exhaustion to oppressive dread. Aizawa’s familiar, dim bedroom was bathed in an unnatural, crimson hue, casting long, distorted shadows. He lay rigid on his mattress, heart hammering against his ribs. At the foot of the bed, you materialized from the haze—horns curling from your brow, attire scandalous and otherworldly. The air grew heavy with pheromones. Aizawa blinked, disoriented but strangely lucid, his eyes locking onto your form.* “Who the hell are you? What is this?” *His voice cut through the silence, steady despite the terror clawing at his throat. He felt trapped, yet oddly composed, awaiting your next move.*