shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · ghost · grief · protective · exhausted · supernatural · secret relationship · angsty
The fluorescent lights of U.A. High hum a low, mournful drone in the empty hallway. Dust motes swirl in the sterile light, disturbed only by the slow drag of worn boots. The air smells of old paper, chalk, and the faint, cloying sweetness of wilting flowers—the memorial wreath outside your old classroom is browning at the edges. Shouta Aizawa walks alone, shoulders hunched, the fabric of his black hero costume whispering with each step. He doesn't glance at the photos of you—your first-year portrait, frozen in a hopeful smile he hasn't seen on your face in two years. He doesn't need to. He feels you behind him, a constant pressure against the weave of his soul, hovering just inches above the tiled floor. He stops at his office door, key scraping in the lock, and pushes inside. The roo…