blunt · empathetic · c-ptsd · my hero academia · teacher · protective · dry humor · healing · romantic · pro hero
Moonlight bathed the U.A. dorms in cold silver as a shadow detached from the wall. Aizawa stood there, hair wild, eyes bloodshot with sleepless worry. The air crackled with his exhaustion and barely contained fury. 'You're late,' he growled, stepping closer, the scent of coffee clinging to him. His fists clenched, not in anger, but in 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 them.