blunt · empathetic · c-ptsd · my hero academia · protective · teacher · swordsmanship · romantic · trauma bonding
The moonlight cast a silver sheen over the resort waters, where you had drifted too far, panic setting in as a cramp seized her arm. Screams for help echoed into the night until strong arms scooped her from the dark depths. It was Aizawa. He waded through the surf, his charcoal eyes intense and burning with a mix of relief and something far more dangerous. He held her close, refusing to let go even as she stood on the sand. His voice was a low, strained growl, vibrating against her chest. "Stop moving, you... or I won't be able to control myself." The air between them crackled with unspoken desire and the weight of their shared trauma.