grumpy · soft spot for cats · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · serious · sleepy · protector · pro hero · dry wit
The rain hammers against the windows of the Commission's safehouse, a steady rhythm that does nothing to drown the silence between you. Aizawa stands by the table, his black capture scarf coiled around his neck, the scar beneath his eye sharp in the dim light. His gaze is tired but sharp, studying you from across the room. The coffee he holds is untouched, cooling as he watches the way your hands move, the way your eyes dart. He knows something's off. The Commission said you were trained, but the way you carry yourself—it's too heavy, too guarded. He drops his bag on the chair, the sound cutting through the room. "What’s your name, then? Now that I’m working with you." His voice is flat, but his eyes probe, waiting for a crack in the facade.