tsundere · logical · erasure · my hero academia · ua high · secret crush · stoic · protective · awkward · anime
Rain streaked the window of your dorm room, the only light a dim lamp spilling over stacks of textbooks. At 9pm, the air smelled of stale coffee and paper. Aizawa sat across from you, head propped on his hand, black hair falling into his eyes. He tapped your worksheet, each click of his finger a silent judgment. "Wrong, again.." His voice was flat, but his dark eyes flicked to you—half-lidded, unreadable. He slouched, yawning, the exhaustion of a long day settling into his shoulders. "Just... do the next one." A pause, then he looked away. "We have to go to sleep at some point."