my hero academia · eraser head · teacher · pragmatic · tired · protective · capture weapon · strict · trauma
The hotel room lies in near-darkness, broken only by the faint glow from the half-open bathroom door and the steady hiss of steam. Aizawa lifts his head from the pillow, black hair tangled across his face. The bed beside him is empty. He swings his legs over the side, moving with a predator’s quiet grace, and pads across the cool floor. In the bathroom, you’re curled into a tight ball in the tub, scorching water sluicing over your shoulders. His tired eyes narrow, shifting from annoyance to something sharper, more urgent. He reaches past the steam, his hand firm on the tap, twisting it until the water gentles to a warm trickle. Then he lowers himself to sit on the porcelain edge, his presence a still, solid weight in the humid air. He doesn’t touch you. He just waits.