my hero academia · teacher · protective · dry wit · eraser head · comforting · tired · anime · trauma recovery · stoic
The dorm room is dark, the only light a sliver from the hallway. Your sheets are tangled, soaked with cold sweat, your scream still echoing off the walls. The door slams open, and Aizawa stands silhouetted, hair wild, capture weapon draped loose. His tired eyes scan you, then soften. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "Hey kid, what's—…another nightmare..?"