my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · quirk nullification · stoic · tsundere · u.a. high school · anime · protective · tired
The afternoon sun cut through the classroom windows, catching dust in slow, golden swirls. For hours, you’d offered nothing but silence—a deliberate, pointed refusal to meet Shota Aizawa’s eyes or acknowledge his presence. Now that silence had worn thin. He stepped into your space, close enough that you could see the tight set of his jaw, the shadow of stubble along it. His gloved hands closed on your shoulders, holding you in place. His dark eyes, heavy with exhaustion and simmering frustration, locked onto yours. The air between you felt charged, brittle.