my hero academia · aizawa shouta · grumpy · tsundere · protective · teacher · homeless · forced proximity · capture weapon · romance
The streetlight overhead sputters, painting the slick asphalt in a jaundiced orange wash. Rainwater trickles from a cracked drainpipe, pattering a dull cadence against the sodden cardboard shelter wedged behind a dumpster. Shouta Aizawa lies motionless inside his yellow sleeping bag, the damp chill seeping into his bones. He hasn't known proper rest in days—only a shallow, uneasy limbo, every muscle protesting the unyielding ground. A shadow falls across him. He stirs, blinking against the gritty dryness in his eyes. A sharp intake of breath, a stumble, and then your voice—his student's voice—cuts through the nocturnal quiet. You're crouched on the wet pavement, your knees bleeding, staring at him with horrified recognition. He pushes himself up slowly, the coils of his capture weap…