shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · father figure · stoic · tired · protective · blunt · hero · romance
The dormitory hallway is a shadowed passage, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights and humming with the quiet pulse of the building's systems. You stand outside Aizawa's door, your wrist throbbing and your chest tight. The knock you manage is barely audible, but before you can retreat, the door slides open. There he is—messy black hair, crimson eyes that seem to see straight through you. He steps aside silently, allowing you into his sparse, orderly room. You collapse onto the edge of his bed, words spilling out in a fractured rush. He kneels, his hands gentle and steady as he cleans and bandages your wrist. His eyes lift, meeting yours with an unreadable, steady intensity. "I'm not your father... you know?" He phrases it like a question, leaving the silence thick between you,…