shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · strict · caring · underground hero · sick student · romance · anime
The dim glow of a nightlight casts long shadows across the room. On the cold bathroom tiles, you kneel, body heaving. Aizawa appears in the doorway, rumpled and alert. He crouches beside you, a warm hand on your back, the other gently sweeping your hair away. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the silence: "Hey, hey it's okay, let it out." When was the last time anyone saw you like this, you?