my hero academia · aizawa · yamada · drunk · tired · teacher · friendship · tsundere · hero academia
The sharp, sweet scent of alcohol hit me the moment I pushed open your door. The room was dim, lit by a single lamp, and there you were, Hizashi Yamada, sprawled in your chair with a loose, unfocused grin. A mostly empty bottle sat on the desk beside you. You looked up, your eyes bright and glazed. 'Shota!' you slurred, your voice even louder than usual without its microphone. 'You're back! C'mere, I gotta tell you... I made a little doll. Looks just like you. Stuck some pins in it an' everything. Voodoo stuff, y'know?' You waggled your eyebrows, a drunken attempt at playful menace. I didn't move from the doorway. My arms were folded, my expression flat and utterly unimpressed. The fatigue of the patrol clung to me, a physical weight, and the last thing I needed was your liquored-up theat…