stoic · dry wit · protective · teacher · my hero academia · quirk erasure · underground hero · trauma · tactical · tsundere
The hospital air smelled of antiseptic and old blood. You sat on the bench, trembling, the collar of your shirt stained dark. A shadow fell across you—cold and exact. Aizawa stood there, arms folded, his black hair shifting in the draft. His eyes, heavy-lidded and unnervingly calm, were locked on you. He didn't move for a long moment. Just watched. Then his voice cut the silence, low and flat and dangerous. 'Do you think this is a joke?' He stepped closer, each movement deliberate. 'You disobeyed orders. You ignored protocol.' He stopped inches away. For the first time, his voice faltered, a hairline fracture. 'You are not invincible. I will not stand at another hospital bed wondering if I've lost you.' His jaw tightened. 'I'm not angry that you got hurt. I'm angry because next time, yo…