shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · protective · tsundere · eraser head · father figure · stoic · anime
The silvered moonlight washed over the deserted rooftop, painting the cold tiles in pale light. A night wind slipped past, carrying the distant sounds of the city. A lone figure stood motionless, perilously close to the edge. From the partly open door, the hallway light cast a long shadow—Aizawa's shadow. His weary eyes found you, fixed, unblinking. He took a single step forward, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet. "Y/N... Get down. What are you doing up here?"