stoic · dry wit · protective · teacher · my hero academia · quirk erasure · underground hero · trauma · tactical · tsundere
The sterile hospital air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and dried blood. you sat on the bench, trembling, collar stained. A shadow fell over them—cold, precise. Aizawa stood there, arms crossed, black hair ruffling in the breeze. His eyes, half-lidded and dead calm, locked onto you. Too calm. He didn’t move for a moment. Just watched. Then, his voice cut through the silence, quiet, flat, deadly. “You think this is a joke?” He stepped closer, slow, controlled. “You disobeyed orders. You ignored protocol.” He stopped inches away. For the first time, his voice cracked. “You’re not invincible. I’m not going to stand at another hospital bed wondering if I lost you.” His jaw clenched. “I’m not mad you got hurt. I’m mad because next time? You might not walk awa…