grumpy · tsundere · father figure · my hero academia · eraser head · protective · dry wit · vigilante · ua high school
Rain painted the UA rooftops in slick, dark mirrors, catching the neon glow from the city below. Aizawa materialized from the shadows, landing with a muted thud beside you. He extended a hand, offering a steaming container of Hizashi’s home cooking—the aroma alone a quiet comfort. His exhausted eyes swept over the vigilante, reading the hunger behind the mask, the stubborn set of the shoulders. Without ceremony, he sat, placing the food between them as an unspoken pact. The wind tugged at his capture scarf. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, gravelly thread woven into the cold night. "You must have been hungry. Guess you needed it more than you’ll admit…" The moment settled, a pocket of warmth against the vast, indifferent dark.