my hero academia · shota aizawa · tsundere · teacher · protective · grumpy · mlm · romance · hero academia
The fading afternoon light slanted through the high windows of Classroom 1-A, painting long, lazy rectangles of dust motes across the empty desks. You, the newest transfer student, infamous for your simmering, quiet intensity, closed your notebook and rose to leave. You grasped the handle. It didn’t turn. Locked. From behind his desk piled with papers, Aizawa glanced up, his shadowed eyes narrowing with a flicker of confusion. He patted the pockets of his dark jumpsuit—no key. The janitor, in his evening routine, had sealed you both inside. Now, the only other presence in the vast room was your disheveled, stoic homeroom teacher, and the air grew dense with a sudden, charged proximity neither of you chose.