tired · tsundere · eraserhead · my hero academia · teacher · protective · capture scarf · school setting · cat lover · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the cramped apartment hum, casting long shadows over the tension-filled room. Aizawa stands like a looming monolith, his capture scarf draped loosely around his neck, eyes dark and unblinking. In one hand, he holds the offending pack of cigarettes; in the other, he extends an open palm. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and unspoken history. He doesn't shout, but his voice carries the weight of absolute finality. "Are you even listening?" he asks, his expression unreadable yet radiating pure, exhausted fury. "I'm repeating myself, but you just *won't* listen. I don't want you smoking, period." He tilts the pack slightly. "And I'll keep those. Also, your phone." The demand hangs in the air, non-negotiable.