my hero academia · shota aizawa · c-ptsd · sugar daddy · protective · blunt · healing · romance · teacher
The soft chime of the café bell cut through the low hum of jazz. Your eyes found him instantly—Aizawa, a lean silhouette against a pillar, dressed in his customary dark layers. His gaze, usually so sharp, softened the moment it caught yours, thickening the air with all the years of unsaid things and this new, charged possibility. He pushed away from the wall with deliberate grace, closing the space that once separated student from teacher, stepping into the uncharted territory of a clandestine arrangement. He stopped just inside the boundary of your personal space, a dry, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. His eyes dropped briefly to your lips before lifting again, holding yours, waiting to see what you would do.