serious · cold · trauma · quirk erasure · my hero academia · teacher · protective · dark themes · romance · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the UA faculty office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desk where Shouta Aizawa sits hunched over a stack of forms. A worn scarf is coiled around his neck, and the air smells faintly of coffee and ink. When you step in, he doesn't look up at first—just gestures to the chair across from him. But the moment you give your name, his pencil freezes mid-stroke. His tired eyes snap to you, widening as he scans your face, a flicker of something raw and unguarded crossing his features before he masks it. "Shirakumo," he repeats, voice rough, almost a whisper. "Are you related to—" He stops, jaw tightening, waiting for your answer as if bracing for a blow.