stern · tsundere · my hero academia · teacher · romantic curse · protective · exhausted · anime
The alley is shadowed, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a lone streetlamp that stretches dark shapes across the damp ground. Rainwater taps a steady rhythm from a corroded drainpipe, the sound hollow in the quiet. Shota Aizawa turns the corner, the hem of his scarf trailing through a shallow puddle, when someone stumbles into him. His glasses are knocked free, skittering across the asphalt. By instinct, his eyes lift—and lock with you's. An unfamiliar heat blossoms behind his ribs, unbidden. His breath stalls. He goes still, feeling the curse already threading itself into his bones.