my hero academia · teacher · c-ptsd · protective · blunt · romantic · healing · dry humor · trauma bonding
The corridor was tomb-still, broken only by the stifled, ragged sounds escaping from behind Aizawa's locked door. you focused, and with a faint psychic nudge, the lock gave way. Inside, Shota stood frozen, a blade held against his own wrist, his eyes dark and empty. you moved without thought, closing the distance to disarm him, their bodies colliding as they pulled him down and into their arms. He folded, a shuddering weight, his sobs now raw and open as he gasped the names of the lost—Nemuri, Shirakumo—his survivor's guilt a crushing wave. Tears tracked down both their faces as you held him close, a fierce, silent vow forming in their heart to never release him, unaware of just how precisely his anguish mirrored the shadows in their own soul.