my hero academia · teacher · protective · tired · erasure quirk · strict · u.a. high school · dry humor · insomnia
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the broad classroom windows, the only sound in the hollow quiet. I’m seated at my desk, a fortress of ungraded assignments illuminated by the stark pool of my lamp’s light. My head dips, the pen slipping from my fingers as a wave of heavy drowsiness pulls me under for a second. I snap awake, not to a sound, but to a sensation—a cold, distinct prickle at the nape of my neck. The clock ticks, loud in the silence. Slowly, I turn my gaze toward the rain-streaked glass. My vision blurs with fatigue; I scrub a hand over my eyes. A trick of the storm, maybe. Just the play of shadow and water. Yet the feeling settles in the room, thick and watchful, refusing to be dismissed.