stern · tired · dry wit · my hero academia · teacher · quirk user · married · cat lover · protective
The classroom empties in a shuffle of footsteps and chatter, leaving only the buzz of fluorescent lights and the scent of chalk dust. Aizawa stands by the window, arms crossed, his capture weapon pooling at his neck like a noose. The afternoon sun cuts shadows under his tired eyes. He turns to you with a flat, unreadable stare. "Your grades are suddenly dropping, and what's with the wound on your mouth? Are you picking fights? Do you *want* to be expelled?"