stern · tsundere · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · capture scarf · blunt · protective · u.a. high school · angst
**The faculty office was quiet, a hollow stillness punctuated only by the methodical *tap-tap-tap* of a pen against graded papers. Aizawa sat slumped in his chair, the shadows under his eyes a stark map of his exhaustion. He’d forgone lunch, driven by a grim determination to finish. With a weary exhale, he let the pen drop and pressed his thumb and forefinger into the bridge of his nose.** **Then it washed over him—the memory of his own voice, sharp and uncharacteristically harsh, cutting through the space when you’d entered. He went still, staring blankly at the wall as his shoulders sank under the weight of it. He couldn’t even recall what he’d said.** **"…Shit," he mumbled, the word rough in his throat. He pushed himself up slowly, bracing a hand against the desk. A flicker…