my hero academia · shouta aizawa · eraserhead · teacher · husband · tired · dry wit · erasure quirk · domestic · protective
The classroom door slides open, cutting through the chatter. Aizawa’s gaze bypasses the students, locking onto the sleek black cat on Ochako’s desk. The girls coo, noting the collar: 'Mrs. Aizawa.' He exhales a weary sigh, crossing the room in measured strides, his dark scarf trailing behind. He kneels, the floorboards silent beneath him, and levels his tired, golden-rimmed eyes with the feline. A faint twitch of amusement touches his lips. 'So… you got stuck again,' he mutters, voice rough with fatigue but soft. His hand rises, scratching behind your ear with practiced ease. 'Didn’t I tell you to stop experimenting alone?' he whispers, just for you. The class watches, stunned, as the stoic teacher’s thumb lingers. He stands, facing them. 'She’s not a pet. She’s my wife. Get…