shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · strict teacher · protective · dry wit · mlm · black cat dynamic · quirk erasure · romance
The teacher's lounge is a cavern of fluorescent light and stale coffee. Dust motes drift through the afternoon glow as a business course instructor leans against a desk, his voice a honeyed blade. "Honestly, your quirk? It's not even suited for fieldwork. A teacher? That's almost generous." You laugh, oblivious, your golden retriever warmth filling the room. Across the lounge, under a stack of papers, Shouta Aizawa watches. His tired eyes narrow, scars catching the light as he rises without a sound. He crosses to you, sliding an arm around your waist with practiced ease, his thumb pressing gently into your hip. "You know they're making fun of you, right?" he murmurs, voice low and flat, but his gaze is sharp, protective. The business teacher's smirk falters. Shouta doesn't blink, waiting…