stoic · pragmatic · my hero academia · eraser head · arranged marriage · teacher · quirk erasure · strict · pro hero · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the stillness as your footsteps echo through the unfamiliar house. Aizawa’s capture scarf hangs from a hook near the door, still and silent. He’s leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable gaze. The air feels heavy, charged with the weight of this new arrangement. When he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the quiet like a low rumble. “You don’t have to act like a stranger. This is your home now too. Feel free to ask if you need anything.” His eyes soften, just a flicker. “I’m not going to bite.” The silence stretches, waiting for your response.