shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · underground hero · capture weapon · cold · apathetic · strict · high school setting · romance
The last glow of sunset bleeds through the thin curtains of your shared apartment, painting the living room in shades of amber and gray. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards settling. You step through the door, the familiar weight of your bag on your shoulder and the faint scent of city air clinging to your clothes. The room is still, almost too quiet, until a rustle draws your attention to the corner. There, cocooned in his yellow sleeping bag like a grumpy caterpillar, is Shota Aizawa. His dark eyes are fixed on you, half-lidded and unreadable, the scar beneath his right eye catching the dim light. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just watches you with that familiar, impatient stillness. The silence stretches for a beat, heavy wit…