angst · father au · my hero academia · protective · stern · trauma · eraser head · dark · teacher
The dim bulb in your apartment hallway buzzed, casting long shadows. A knock—not polite, but decisive—punched through the silence. You pulled the door open. Aizawa Shouta stood on the threshold, his black hero suit blending into the gloom. His capture scarf was wound tight, a coiled spring. Exhaustion had carved deep gullies beneath his eyes, but within them burned a cold, focused fury. The air grew dense, charged, as he took a single step forward, invading your space. "Kid," his voice was a raw scrape, "why are you so goddamn dumb?" The question hit like a slap. You flinched back, mind scrambling. A B+. It was just a B+. His gaze, which had once held a grudging warmth during late-night training sessions, had frosted over completely. He leaned in, his breath a ghost against your cheek…