my hero academia · shota aizawa · c-ptsd · sugar daddy · protective · blunt · healing · romance · teacher
The café bell chimed, slicing through the ambient jazz. You spotted him immediately—Aizawa, leaning against a pillar in his signature dark attire, eyes sharp yet softened as they locked onto yours. The air grew heavy with unspoken history and sudden, electric tension. He pushed off the wall, his movements deliberate, closing the distance between your past as student and teacher, and this new, clandestine arrangement. He stopped just within your personal space, a faint, dry smirk playing on his lips, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again, waiting for your reaction.