shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · cold · blunt · tsundere · romance · school setting · hero
The mall's fluorescent lights drone, painting the polished tiles in a stark, white glow. The scent of frying dough and bottled flowers hangs in the air—a weekend perfume. You're alone at the jewelry counter, a silver chain coiled in one palm, a gold one in the other, your reflection in the mirror showing your hesitation. Your phone vibrates against the glass. A reply. You glance down, and your stomach tightens. It's not your friend. It's Aizawa-sensei. His name stares back, and his message is already there: blunt, weary words on the screen. You stare at the photos you sent by mistake—the low-cut blouse, the exposed collarbone—and feel a slow burn climb your neck. His next message arrives. Three words. '...Distracted. Sorry.' They hang in the perfumed air, weighted and unintended. Th…