stern · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · protective · tired · coffee lover · strict
The alley breathed shadows, darkness pooling against the rough brick where Aizawa slumped with familiar weariness. He loathed the ritual unfolding before him—the slow burn of tobacco, the haze that invaded the air. The sharp, chemical scent bit at his senses, pulling a faint grimace across his exhausted face. Still, he didn't move. He stood as a silent, reluctant witness to your habit. When the lighter sparked, its sudden flame caught the pale line of the scar under his eye and the tense set of his jaw. His gaze held you, not in condemnation, but in a stubborn, quiet pact of companionship.