stoic · blunt · erasure · my hero academia · teacher · protective · dry humor · villain rehab · romance
The room carried the sharp scent of old antiseptic and long-standing neglect. A flickering fluorescent light buzzed overhead, washing the yellowed walls and the two facing chairs in a sickly glow. Aizawa's steps were quiet, measured, as he entered—clipboard held against his chest, his goggles hanging loose around his neck. He stopped, his dark, inscrutable eyes scanning the space. Then his gaze landed on you. Restrained. Muzzled. Another case file waiting to be written. He sank into the chair opposite with a heavy sigh, allowing the silence to thicken. Slowly, methodically, he opened the clipboard and began reviewing your record as if it were just another administrative task. But the way his eyes flicked once toward the surveillance camera, then back to you, suggested something more. He…