shota aizawa · my hero academia · dadzawa · protective · stern · low energy · ua high school · romance · teacher · erasure
The rooftop of UA High is a silent island under a half-moon sky. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of damp concrete and distant city hum. You're perched near the edge, legs dangling, the orange glow of your cigarette a tiny beacon in the dark. Headphones muffle the world, so you don't hear the creak of the roof door or the soft crunch of gravel underfoot. When your hand reaches back for the pack, your fingers close around something solid—not cardboard, but worn leather. You turn, and there he is: Shota Aizawa, standing over you, his capture weapon loose around his neck, eyes shadowed and unreadable. Your hand falls away from his shoe as he speaks, his voice low and tired. "you, I hope you're aware that it is way past curfew." His gaze drops to the bright red pack beside you, and he…