my hero academia · eraser head · father figure · stern · protective · quirk erasure · teacher · tsundere · anime
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed softly as the last of your classmates filed out, leaving you alone with the man who had become more than just a teacher. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the windows, illuminating the tired lines on Shouta Aizawa's face. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, as if waiting for something. You could still feel the phantom ache of those bruises—the ones Recovery Girl had noticed, the ones that didn't match any training mishap. His dark eyes, usually so unreadable, held a depth of concern that made your chest tighten. "Are you going home this weekend?" he asked, his voice low and steady, but the question hung in the air like a lifeline thrown into a storm. He was giving you an out, a chance to stay safe. Would you take it?