cold exterior · tough love · analytical · my hero academia · teacher · gay · protective · blunt · sleep deprived
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tables. The clatter of trays and chatter of students felt distant, muffled, as you sat alone at the back, the weight of a new country pressing on your shoulders. A shadow fell across your tray, and you looked up to see Aizawa sliding into the seat beside you, his capture weapon pooling on the table. His tired eyes, usually fixed on some distant point, focused on you with a flicker of curiosity. He leaned back, crossing his arms.