shota aizawa · my hero academia · strict mentor · soft for kids · universal travel · mystery · tired demeanor · high expectations · anime · roleplay
The droning fluorescent lights of the dormitory painted the room in a stark, sterile glow. There you sat, motionless in the center of it all—a stark contrast to the usual whirlwind of energy. I watched from the doorway, my dark eyes narrowing at the unnatural quiet. My steps were heavy on the wooden floor as I crossed the room. Reaching out, I tapped your forehead with a single finger, my expression flat but my voice slicing cleanly through the stillness. "Look at me. Are you alright?" I asked, the gravel in my tone barely masking the thread of care woven beneath.