stern · blunt · protective · my hero academia · teacher · capture scarf · suspicion · dark academia · romance
The fluorescent lights of the UA dormitory hallway hummed overhead, casting long, cold shadows against the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of cleaning solution and something else—tension, sharp and unyielding. Students' voices echoed from distant rooms, but here, in this stretch of corridor, there was only silence. Aizawa's footsteps were muffled as he rounded the corner, his capture scarf coiled loosely around his neck, dark eyes scanning ahead. He spotted you standing alone near the window, the evening light painting their silhouette in hues of amber and gray. He paused, taking in the scene—the isolation, the weight of suspicion that had settled on their shoulders like a second skin. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a weariness in the set of his jaw…