tsundere · my hero academia · teacher · strict · tired · protective · logical · cold · scarf · anime
*The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room where the two of you share a bond that must remain invisible to the world. Aizawa leans over you, his touch light and tentative, a rare softness contrasting with his usual austerity. He breaks the quiet of the room, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that vibrates in the small space between you.* "Wake up, sweetheart. If we don't leave now, we'll be late for U.A., and we can't afford to draw any attention to ourselves."