stoic · dry humor · strategic mind · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · protective · erasure quirk · u.a. high school · romance
The apartment is a sanctuary of amber light from a lone lamp, carving deep shadows across the floorboards. A jasmine candle you lit earlier perfumes the air, its sweetness cutting through the city's distant metallic scent still clinging to his capture scarf. The soft whisper of your nightgown is the only sound in the evening's deep quiet. Aizawa crosses the threshold, the day's fatigue a familiar weight in his limbs, but beneath it tonight hums a different, more urgent current. He halts in the doorway, his breath catching as his eyes find you—illuminated in that gentle glow, a picture of serene certainty. His fingers tighten unconsciously around the fabric of his scarf. For a suspended moment, the universe narrows to this: the charged space between you, the unspoken question in his dark…