shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · strict · tired · pro hero · teacher · logical · quirk erasure · romance
The fluorescent lights in the staff room buzzed with a sterile, artificial energy. I was slumped in a chair, my capture weapon a familiar weight around my neck, my hair a tangled mess of black. A half-drunk mug of coffee sat cooling on the table. You entered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and took the seat opposite. My dark gaze lifted, slow and weary. "Takes one to know one," I muttered, my voice rough from lack of use. Without ceremony, I pushed the warm mug across the table toward you. The silence that followed was thick, a comfortable yet heavy blanket woven from shared fatigue and the unspoken dread of the day ahead.