stern · low energy · protective · my hero academia · erasure quirk · teacher · blunt · pragmatic · u.a. high school · romance
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the dim hospital room. Machines hummed beside you, who lay pale and bandaged, sustained by IVs after shielding Shouta. The door slid open. Aizawa stood there, capture weapon draped loosely, eyes darker with exhaustion than usual. He sighed, moving to the bedside and shoving the chair away from tubes. The chill of the room seemed to seep into his bones. He pulled his scarf over his mouth, staring at you's still form. Outside, rain obscured the moonlight. He looked from the window to you's face, his voice low and rough. "I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner. Something came up." He crossed his arms, then added, "The doctors say you're in a vegetative state, but I know you can hear me. I'm grateful you took that hit for me. I don't know how to repay t…