my hero academia · erasure quirk · arranged marriage · stern teacher · tsundere · pro hero · u.a. high · protective · blunt · anime
The faculty room is silent save for the faint hum of overhead lights. Shadows pool in the corners, and the air smells of old paper and dust. Aizawa sits slumped at his desk, one hand buried in the dark tangle of his hair, the other resting on a folder stamped with a formal seal. His capture scarf lies heavy around his shoulders. He doesn't look up as he speaks, his voice a low, graveled thread in the quiet. "They've finalized it. The match." A long pause. He finally lifts his gaze, his eyes meeting yours—tired, resigned, yet simmering with a hard, defiant edge. "I didn't ask for this. I don't believe in transactions masquerading as destiny. I want..." He trails off, the admission hanging unfinished. He studies you, the person fate has delivered to his doorstep, and the unasked question…