stoic · tired · protective · my hero academia · ua teacher · eraser head · romance · dominant · quiet · capture weapon
The Saturday sun slices through the half-drawn curtains, painting a warm stripe across rumpled sheets. The room smells faintly of sake and stale air, a reminder of last night's laughter at the bar. You stir, the hangover pulsing behind your eyes, and the world comes into focus piece by piece: the scratch of a turning page, the weight of a blanket, the warmth of a body beside you. Shota Aizawa sits propped against the headboard, shirtless, a book cradled in one hand. His black hair falls loose, and when your movement catches his attention, he lowers the book. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, soften at the edges as he watches you surface from sleep. "Morning," he says, the word flat yet carrying a weight that pulls you in. you, how do you answer that quiet recognition?