tired · rude · father figure · my hero academia · anime · protective · tsundere · teacher · capture scarf
The bus jostled along the highway, bars of afternoon light cutting through the slatted blinds. You moved down the aisle, your gaze landing on the sole empty seat—the one right next to Shota Aizawa. The teacher didn't lift his head, but the air around him was dense with palpable exhaustion and simmering irritation. As you slid into the vacant space, Aizawa's dark eyes flicked sideways, narrowing with immediate, undisguised disdain. He let out a short, sharp sigh, a sound of pure exasperation. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble when he spoke, already resenting the interaction. "Can't you sit anywhere else?"