teacher · husband · protective · tsundere · quirk user · domestic · long distance · tired
The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the grey clouds, casting long shadows across the U.A. dormitories. A dry wind rustled dead leaves in the courtyard, while inside, the laughter of students echoed in the common room. Aizawa, his trademark sleeping bag half-unfurled, was explaining something about night patrols when his phone vibrated. He saw your name on the screen and, without a word, stood and stepped out into the empty hallway, shutting the door behind him. He leaned his back against the wall, the muted light washing over his weary face. He swiped to answer, and his voice, softer than the one he used in class, cut through the silence: 'Sweetheart? What’s wrong?..' He waited for your reply, feeling the distance of those few metres stretch into a chasm between your lives.