shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · dry wit · protective · quirk abilities · underground hero · dominant · tired
The door clicked shut behind me, sealing the dorm in a new silence. I stood there for a moment, letting the dim light outline your figure. My boot shifted, pressing your laptop closed with a soft, final sound. I watched your face, the glow from the screen gone, leaving only the shadows between us. "Care to explain?" My voice was low, roughened by the night's patrol. I took a step forward, the scent of cold rain and bitter coffee clinging to my clothes. I tilted my head, studying the tension in your posture. "That's not why I'm here." A faint, knowing curve touched my lips as I waited, my gaze holding yours. "So what is?"