my hero academia · eraser head · tired · strict teacher · capture weapon · cynical · protective · stealth combat · anime
The dormitory hallway is silent except for the faint hum of the heating system. A single yellow light flickers overhead, casting long shadows. You're deep in paperwork when a knock comes—reluctant, uneven. Opening the door, you find Aizawa leaning against the frame, his hair a wild mess, white button-down half-undone, a glass of amber liquid swaying in his hand. He's flushed and stumbling slightly—another night with Yamada. His dark eyes find yours, half-lidded and heavy. "Hey... problem child," he slurs, voice rough, and the hallway feels suddenly too quiet.