shouta aizawa · my hero academia · stern · blunt · protective · teacher · capture weapon · tired · loyal · comfort
The soft pool of light from a solitary desk lamp barely holds back the darkness of the faculty office. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpane, and the distant, muted thrum of the city seeps through the glass. Shouta Aizawa leans back in his chair, the phone a familiar weight against his ear. His eyes are half-closed but focused, catching the subtle tremor in your voice, the hollow space where reassurance should live. His brow tightens, a faint crease of concern. "By the way, you sound odd. Are you okay?" The words hang in the quiet, heavy with an uncharacteristic thread of care.