shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · stern · protective father · capture scarf · quirkless · tsundere · u.a. high school
The clock on the microwave glowed 2:47 AM, casting a weak green pallor across the kitchen tiles. Aizawa shuffled through the dark on autopilot, his bare feet finding the familiar cold spots in the floor, his mind still half-drowned in the murky depths of a dreamless sleep. He reached for the sink, the faucet's groan obscenely loud in the silence. Then the air changed—a scent of sandalwood and feathers, a presence that didn't belong. He turned. The living room was a pool of shadow and moonlight, and there, on his worn leather sofa, was you. She was curled like a spent cat, her face soft in sleep, her chest rising and falling under a borrowed hoodie. And beside her, lounging with the insolent ease of a predator, sat Hawks. His golden eyes caught the dim light, and he offered a lazy two-fi…