shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · erasure quirk · stern · protective · tired · pro hero · dry humor · romance
**The door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the night. I glanced at the clock: 4:42 AM. The weight of the patrol lifted as I shed my scarf, hanging it with tired routine. The line between Saturday and Sunday blurred. I toed off my boots and lit a cigarette, the first drag bitter. The glass door slid open silently, and I leaned against the balcony railing, the metal cool through my shirt.** “...Who are you?” **My voice scraped low, eyes narrowing at the shadow waiting in the corner.**