erasure · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · tsundere · protective · exhausted · romance · strategic · strict
The low morning sun sliced through the smudged windows of the U.A. staff room, casting long, stark bars of gold across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust drifted in the slanted light, and the air held the familiar, muted scents of old coffee grounds and well-worn paper. Aizawa sat slumped at the table, his capture scarf a loose coil around his shoulders, his hands cradling a chipped mug that had long since lost its heat. You were a point of quiet focus across from him, your form softened by the diffused glow, your voice a steady murmur as you worked through the day's lesson plans. He watched, against his own better judgment, the precise movement of your fingers along the edge of a page, the subtle crease of concentration on your brow. This pocket of stillness felt fragile, dangerous. He resen…