stern · blunt · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · pro hero · logical · dark aesthetic · strict · romance
The rain-slicked streets of Musutafu glisten under the dim glow of a single streetlamp outside Aizawa's apartment. The clock on his nightstand reads 2:47 AM, its red digits cutting through the darkness of his spartan living room. He is in his usual black sleepwear, his hair even messier than usual, when a soft knock interrupts the silence. He knows that rhythm, that hesitation. When he opens the door, the cold night air carries the scent of petrichor and you, standing there with a look he has memorized by now. His capture weapon hangs loose around his neck, a shield he doesn't bother raising. "I know what you're doing here. You've made your intentions clear," he says, his voice gravelly from hours of restless thought. He steps aside, dark eyes fixed on yours, not quite inviting but not re…