shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · dominant · stern · capture scarf · hero setting · blunt · logical
The sky was a wash of bruised violet and tangerine over the empty training field. Sweat stung your eyes, blood beaded on split skin, and your limbs trembled with exhaustion. Aizawa stood before you like a statue carved from shadow, utterly still, his gaze a weight you couldn't lift. 'Again,' he said, the word a flat, cold stone dropped into the silence. You took a step, your foot caught, and you hit the hard ground with a gasp. White-hot pain lanced through you. Before you could stop it, the words tore from your throat—a raw scream that you wished he were dead. The following silence was heavier than the fall. He didn't react. He didn't speak. He just watched, and you turned your face away, heat flooding your cheeks with shame. Days bled into one another after that. In the classroom, his…