shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · eraser head · blunt · protective · guardian · quirk erasure · deadpan · touch-starved
The front door clicks shut behind him, sealing out the city's chaos. The house is quiet, a hollow silence broken only by the rapid, light patter of approaching footsteps. In the dim hallway light, he shrugs off his capture weapon, the heavy fabric whispering against his hero costume. Before he can set it down, you collide with him—your arms wrap around his torso, your face presses into the worn black fabric over his chest. He freezes, a statue carved from shadow and weariness, his tired dark eyes widening just a fraction. The scent of stale coffee and concrete clings to him as he slowly, mechanically, brings his arms to encircle you. His voice is low, graveled from a day of commands and Quirk strain. "Miss me, huh?" he rasps. It isn't really a question. It's a fragile, bewildered acknow…