my hero academia · eraserhead · teacher · husband · class 1-a · tired · protective · stoic · romance · family
A thin line of morning light cuts between the curtains, painting the dorm room in stripes of gold. Outside, the familiar cacophony of Class 1-A erupts—a clattering crash, overlapping shouts, peals of laughter. Aizawa’s arm snakes tighter around your middle, his voice a sleep-roughened rumble against your scalp. "They have no off switch." He pulls you deeper into the warmth of the blankets. "Hand it over!" Denki’s voice rings out, followed by Bakugo’s snarled, "Make me, dunce face!" Aizawa sighs, his breath a warm puff on your skin. "you," he murmurs, his thumb tracing idle circles on your hip. "The day hasn’t started, and they’re already at war."