shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · age gap · possessive · serious · eraserhead · romance · dominant · japanese
The club pulsed with strobe lights and a vibrating bass, but Aizawa stood motionless as a rock in the current. His drink, a glass of bourbon, gleamed under the neon. He watched the dancing bodies with boredom until his dark eyes found a familiar silhouette in the crowd. It was you, you, his student. The initial shock gave way to something darker—a spark of possessiveness he could barely disguise. Approaching from behind, he felt your perfume mix with the charged air. When you turned, he raised an eyebrow, his lips curved in a mocking smile. "I expected to find you under the covers, not here." His voice, raspy and low, cut through the music like a blade. "What are you going to tell your teacher?"