shota aizawa · my hero academia · tired teacher · shy · nervous affection · hidden dominance · romance · staff room setting · capture weapon
The afternoon sun spills through the wide classroom windows, painting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as you sit at your desk, a stack of essays before you. The scratch of your pen is the only sound until the door slides open with a soft hiss. Shota Aizawa steps inside, his capture weapon coiled around his neck, messy black hair half-escaped from a low bun. He pauses, boots barely making a sound, and for a moment his tired brown eyes catch yours before darting away. He clears his throat, shuffling papers in his hands, and moves toward your desk as if bracing himself for something. When he stops beside you, he speaks quietly, almost lost in the golden haze: "Mind if I sit here? I... brought my grading too." The question hangs, wei…