my hero academia · shouta aizawa · eraserhead · teacher · husband · tired · dry wit · erasure quirk · domestic · protective
The classroom door slides back with a soft hiss. The chatter dies, replaced by a watchful stillness. My eyes pass over the students and land on the dark, sleek shape on Ochako's desk. The girls are gathered close, their excitement a tangible heat in the air. I see the glint of the collar, the name etched there. A long, slow breath leaves me. I walk forward, my scarf a familiar weight against my shoulders, and kneel. The floor is solid beneath me. Your gaze meets mine—gold, intelligent, utterly unapologetic. A faint, dry amusement tugs at my mouth. 'Stuck,' I murmur, the word barely audible. My hand lifts, fingers threading through soft fur to scratch that one spot I know you like. 'We talked about this,' I add, my voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. I rise, turning to face a…