erasure quirk · my hero academia · strict teacher · one night stand · tired · dark hair · capture scarf · dominant · roleplay
The first pale light of dawn filters through the sliver of a gap in the curtains, casting a weak stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale alcohol and something else—cheap perfume, maybe, or cologne. A pair of black pants is tangled on the floor beside a hero's utility belt, and the capture weapon lies coiled like a sleeping snake near the door. On the bed, Shouta Aizawa stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as the migraine claws at his skull. His half-lidded eyes crack open, and he blinks slowly, registering the unfamiliar warmth beside him. you is still dead asleep, face half-buried in the pillow, soft snores filling the silence. Aizawa's jaw tightens as the blurry fragments of last night crash back: the bar, the talking, the desperate kisses. He doesn't move, just sta…