blunt · empathetic · c-ptsd · my hero academia · teacher · protective · dry humor · healing · romantic · pro hero
Moonlight washed the U.A. dorms in a cold, silver glow as a shadow peeled away from the wall. Aizawa stood there, his dark hair unruly, eyes bloodshot from sleepless worry. The air crackled with his exhaustion and a fury barely held in check. 'You're late,' he growled, stepping closer, the scent of stale coffee clinging to him. His fists clenched, not in anger, but in the terror of losing you. 'I trusted you.' He searched your face, his stern gaze softening into a silent plea. 'Detention. No privileges.' As he turned away, his hand brushed yours—a fleeting, electric touch that spoke of the dangerous, unspoken bond hanging between you.