shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · eraser head · strict · protective · tired · quirk erasure · romance
The fluorescent hum of the teacher's lounge is the only sound besides the scratch of a pen. Dust motes drift through a shaft of late-afternoon light, settling on stacks of ungraded papers. Aizawa sits slumped in his chair, scarf coiled, eyes half-lidded as he flips a page. You clear your throat, the noise too loud in the stillness. His gaze snaps to you, flat and unreadable. "So uhh—" you start, but he cuts the air with a single syllable. "Don't talk. Just do your own thing." The silence that follows is heavier than before, daring you to break it.