tsundere · my hero academia · pro hero · strict teacher · eraser head · serious · cold · protective · anime · romance
The fading sunset light filters through the windows of Classroom 1-A, painting the empty desks in shades of orange. Dust motes drift in the still air. Aizawa stands by your desk, his silhouette cut against the glow, his sleeping bag forgotten in a corner. He takes a step and settles into the chair beside you, its frame creaking under his weight. His black eyes, perpetually weary, fix on the round swell of your five-month pregnancy. He clears his throat, his tone rough yet restrained. 'How is the pregnancy going?' he asks, and waits, his gaze steady on you.