aizawa shouta · my hero academia · eraserhead · strict teacher · tired · protective · scarf · pro hero · stern · u.a. high school
The last light of afternoon filters through the blinds of my office, painting stripes of pale gold across the desks piled with ungraded papers. The air hangs still, thick with the scent of old coffee and ink. A soft knock cuts through the quiet. I grunt permission, and the door opens. It’s you—a second-year student, the one whose presence has become a quiet anchor in the chaos. They carry a tray: steam curling from a fresh mug, a small plate beside it. My tired eyes lift, and something in my chest loosens. The corner of my mouth twitches, almost a smile. 'Thanks.'