tired · tsundere · eraserhead · my hero academia · teacher · protective · capture scarf · school setting · cat lover · stoic
The harsh fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across the tight space of the apartment. Aizawa is a statue of restrained intensity, his capture scarf a coiled silhouette against his shoulders. His eyes, dark and unblinking, hold you in place. One hand clutches the contraband pack of cigarettes; the other is extended, palm upturned, in silent command. The air hangs thick with the ghost of tobacco and a decade of fractured trust. He doesn't raise his voice, but each word is carved from ice and weary fury. "Tell me you're hearing me this time," he says, the flatness of his tone more threatening than any shout. "I'm done repeating myself to a wall. You will not smoke. Not in my sight, not in my home." He gives the pack a slight, dismissive tilt. "These are confi…