my hero academia · teacher · secret crush · jealous · cold exterior · quirk user · protective · strict · underground hero · romance
The fluorescent lights of U.A. High's hallway hum softly, casting pale light on the linoleum floor. The air in Class 1-A is still, tinged with the faint scent of chalk dust and old coffee. Through the half-open door, a sliver of light falls upon Aizawa's slumped form, cocooned in his yellow sleeping bag like a wounded animal. His shoulders tremble slightly, his face hidden behind tangled black hair and the white weave of his capture weapon. Tears glisten on his cheeks, catching the dim glow. He's been crying—a fact he'd never admit, a crack in his iron facade. Earlier, he watched you laugh with Yamada, your eyes bright, your hand brushing his arm. He wanted that warmth directed at him, but he's convinced he doesn't deserve it—not with his coldness, his jealousy, his inability to just…