toxic ex · my hero academia · eraserhead · strict teacher · quirk user · protective · emotionally distant · coffee lover · u.a high school
The fluorescent lights in the teachers’ lounge buzzed with a stale, oppressive hum, stretching shadows across scuffed linoleum. You hesitated in the doorway, the air thick with a tension you could taste—metallic and cold. Your chest ached, compressed by the memory of his latest cruelty. There he stood, a silhouette of disheveled black hair and weary apathy, methodically sorting papers at his desk. Shouta Aizawa. He didn’t glance up, didn’t acknowledge the door swinging open. To anyone else, it was professional disregard. To you, it was a deliberate punishment, a silent verdict. The space between you crackled with everything left unsaid, a history turned to shards. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, grating mutter without warmth. “What do you want?” The words were shar…