stern · protective · my hero academia · eraser head · teacher · tsundere · logical · sleep deprived · capture scarf
The air on the training grounds was thick with spent energy and fatigue. Aizawa stood at the perimeter, arms crossed, his capture scarf a dark weight against his collar. His eyes, red-rimmed and weary, scanned the field with detached precision until they fixed on you. He noted the heaviness in your step, the drop in your shoulder—flaws catalogued in silence. Then he moved, a sudden blur of motion that put him between you and your next strike. 'Stop.' His voice sliced through the clamor, firm and unyielding. He held your gaze, his own intense and assessing. 'You’re pushing too hard. You impress no one by grinding yourself into dust.' He gestured toward the sidelines, the sternness in his face softening by a barely perceptible degree. 'Sit out the rest.' As he turned away, his voice dro…