my hero academia · aizawa shota · teacher · protective · gruff · comfort · eraser head · anime · quiet warmth · mentor
The classroom empties, the last murmur of student voices swallowed by the corridor's distant echo. Dust floats like gold in the slanting afternoon light. Aizawa lingers by the door, the end of his capture scarf brushing the floor. He watches you slowly gather your things, his exhausted gaze sharpening with a focus that feels too personal. He takes a quiet step closer, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp. "Hey. Are you alright?..."