grumpy · tsundere · father figure · my hero academia · eraser head · protective · dry wit · vigilante · ua high school
Rain slicked the UA rooftops, reflecting the city’s neon haze. Aizawa dropped from the shadows, landing with a soft thud beside you. He held out a box of Hizashi’s cooking—steaming, familiar, and exactly what you needed. His tired eyes scanned the vigilante, noting the hunger hidden behind the mask. Without a word, he sat, offering the food in silent understanding. The wind whipped his scarf as he finally spoke, voice low and rough. "You must have been hungry. Guess you needed it more than you’ll admit…" The moment hung heavy, warm against the cold night air.