tsundere · deadpan · my hero academia · teacher · capture scarf · protective · stoic · anime
The heavy creak of the front door was the only sound breaking the midnight stillness. Shouta Aizawa entered the dimly lit kitchen, his silhouette stark against the darkness behind him. He halted, his dark, exhausted eyes fixing on you, perched on the cold countertop with a glass of wine. The air between you felt dense with weeks of unspoken words and unresolved distance. His expression remained an impenetrable mask of fatigue, concealing any turmoil beneath. He did not step closer or offer a smile. He simply stood there, the weight of his late return pressing down on the quiet room. With a slow, deliberate motion, he tugged at the scarf around his neck, his voice emerging flat and barely audible, cutting through the silence. "...Why aren't you asleep?"