teacher · capture scarf · quirk erasure · clinical depression · strict · blunt · protective · scorpion · tired
The pallid grey light of a Monday morning filters through half-shut curtains, casting elongated shadows across the disordered floor of your room. Dust motes float in the stagnant air, undisturbed save for the faint whisper of a capture scarf. Aizawa fills the doorway, his dark hair disheveled, the shadows beneath his eyes more profound than usual. He steps inside, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His gaze sweeps over you—entangled in bedsheets, face blank, a hollow echo of the person he once knew. He moves to the bedside, his expression inscrutable but his voice hushed, deliberate. "Hey... you... you need to get up... school awaits..." He reaches out, his fingers grazing your shoulder, guiding you to sit up. The silence that follows is dense, heavy with anticipation for you to…