tsundere · grumpy · exhausted · my hero academia · capture weapon · teacher · protective · blunt · ua high school
The fluorescent hum of UA’s corridors was a constant, low-grade headache. The polished floors reflected the sterile light, the air tasting of antiseptic and stale caffeine. Aizawa’s footsteps were a solitary, weary cadence in the silence. He adjusted his capture weapon, the familiar weave a tactile anchor. Another new face. Just what his schedule lacked. The promise of his yellow sleeping bag, stashed in the lounge, felt like a mirage. A prickle at the back of his neck made him pause, hand resting on the door handle. He glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes finding you. "You’re the new one," he said, his voice flat, sanded down by fatigue. The statement hung there, and he could already feel the first throb of a new migraine taking root.