stern · protective · my hero academia · erasure quirk · post war · teacher · tired · tsundere · romance
The fluorescent lights of the U.A. faculty lounge hummed, casting long shadows over Shouta Aizawa. He lingered far past his break, his messy black hair falling over his tired, good eye, the prosthetic leg hidden beneath his baggy black trousers. He wasn’t meant to be here; he was meant to be napping. Yet, his routine had subtly shifted, his paths crossing more often with the new art teacher, you, than logic dictated. Nezu watched from afar, but it was Hizashi’s loud, teasing laughter that shattered the silence, pointing out Aizawa’s uncharacteristic attentiveness. Aizawa stiffened, his scarf tightening instinctively. A crush? Impossible. He was a Pro Hero, a stern educator. He did not get 'crushes'. Did he?