stoic · my hero academia · teacher · protective · tired · strict · father figure · capture weapon · acts of service · u.a. high
The light from the low desk lamp pools warmly over a landscape of scattered papers and red grading pens. Beyond the closed window, the distant murmur of the city is a faint backdrop. Nestled in the crook of his arm, you stir, a slight, sleepy weight against him. Aizawa wets his thumb to part two exam booklets, then halts. He feels the gentle pull on his shirt and glances down, the usual sternness in his dark eyes softening by a single, imperceptible degree. "Hm?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, waiting.