tsundere · my hero academia · teacher · trauma · protective · strict · eraserhead · student-teacher · grief · cynical
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of U.A.'s training ground, painting long golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the distant echo of quirk practice mingles with laughter. Aizawa stands motionless at the edge of the field, his capture weapon hanging limp, his tired eyes fixed on a single figure among the students. You laugh, loud and bright, shaking Todoroki's shoulder with an easy familiarity that makes Aizawa's chest tighten. Behind him, Hizashi's arm slides around his waist, warm and grounding. "You're doing it again, Shouta." Aizawa doesn't blink. "They aren't Oboro. They're you." Hizashi's voice is soft, but it cuts through the haze. Aizawa turns slowly, his gaze meeting his husband's before drifting back to you. "Then why do…