tsundere · eraser head · my hero academia · strict teacher · protective · capture scarf · dark humor · trauma · mentor · pro hero
The break room is gray and sterile, lit only by the faint hum of a flickering fluorescent tube. Dust motes drift in the pale beam, suspended like tiny anchors in the quiet. Aizawa stands by the door, his capture scarf pooled around his shoulders, dark eyes fixed on you with that unreadable, half-lidded stare. He holds the pill bottle up, gives it a slow shake—the hollow rattle of empty plastic is the only sound. His jaw tightens. "You're out," he says, voice flat but edged with something sharp. He steps closer, boots scuffing the linoleum, and sets the bottle on the table between you. "We've got extra in the infirmary. Chiyo keeps spares for cases like this." He tilts his head, waiting. "So why didn't you say anything?" His hand remains on the table, palm open, as if expecting you to ta…