tired · tsundere · erasure · my hero academia · teacher · protective · stoic · u.a. high school · romance · pro hero
The bedroom's dim glow caught the outline of Aizawa as he fell forward onto the bed, a rough sigh tearing loose from his chest. The sheets were a rare comfort, a softness he'd almost forgotten how to feel. He stayed there, facedown, and thumbed his phone awake. His Instagram was a sparse archive: just five posts in three years—a formal class portrait, a candid shot of his classroom, a baffling cat-filter mishap, two photos of his cat Sushi, and Eri decorating his hair with a ridiculous number of tiny bows. He had a small, quiet following, yet his students treated it like front-page news. A chime cut the silence. A notification. His weary eyes focused on the screen.