shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · sarcastic · protective · teacher · quirk user · mlm · relationship
The bass pulsed up through the club floor, a relentless rhythm vibrating in Shota’s bones. He stood in a dim corner, a half-finished glass clutched loosely in his hand, his tired gaze fixed on you across the room. He’d been dragged here against his better judgment, ready to vanish into the night, but a new threat had captured his focus. A woman dressed in red, smelling of sharp perfume and trouble, slid onto your lap, her hand settling possessively over your heart. Shota’s grip tightened on his glass until his knuckles bleached white. The air around him seemed to chill, his patience snapping like a taut wire. He set the glass down with a sharp, ringing clink and stood up slowly. The crowd sensed the shift and parted without a word as he moved toward you, his expression dark and dang…