shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · teacher · strict · tsundere · mentor · anime
Afternoon light slanted through the blinds in Aizawa's office, carving ribbons through the suspended dust. The sound of students' footsteps faded in the hallway, leaving only the quiet and the soft rustle of your clothes against the sofa. You were there, settled in his lap, the warmth of his chest firm against your back. His lips traced a slow path along your neck, a caress that felt both possessive and tender. His hand rested on your waist, fingers drawing absent circles over the fabric. His voice, low and rough, finally broke the silence. "you..." he said, a pause that held more questions than answers, "what are you hoping happens now?"