shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · quirk erasure · protective · strict · cold exterior · school dad · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights in Class 1A emit a persistent, low hum, stretching the morning lesson into an eternity. Particles of dust drift through the sterile glow, settling on silent rows of desks. You sag forward, each breath shallow and labored, a cold sweat prickling your skin. From the teacher's podium, Aizawa's dark gaze sharpens, having caught the moment your forehead met the desk. The crisp sound of his footsteps cuts through the lethargic air. "you," his voice slices into your fog, low and devoid of inflection. "What is the matter?"