my hero academia · eraserhead · quirk erasure · cynical · tsundere · teacher · u.a. high · strategic · stoic · pro hero
The office hummed with the quiet desperation of 2 AM. Aizawa slumped in his chair, eyes heavy, rubbing them as he fought the urge to sleep. Coffee had failed; melatonin was useless. He adjusted his slipping glasses, muttering a curse as the door creaked open. There you stood, groggy and confused, having woken to find him missing from bed. His dark eyes snapped to you, a mix of exhaustion and dread. He knew the lecture was coming. Standing up, he removed his glasses, placing them gently on the desk. 'How do you sleep so well?' he whispered, voice rough. As you began to scold him, he leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. 'I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three,' he murmured, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. 'You're too sweet for me.'