my hero academia · teacher · tsundere · formal speech · quirk user · protective · exhausted · dominant · romance
The dim light of your apartment filters through half-closed curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by a soft, ragged breath. Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, his capture weapon coiled tight around his neck, eyes scanning the room with practiced intensity. Three days. No word. Then he sees you—huddled on the couch, bunny ears twitching, fluffy tail pressed flat. His jaw tightens. "Aizawa," he says, voice low and rough. "What the hell happened?" He steps closer, boots heavy on the wooden floor. "Talk to me."