my hero academia · aizawa shouta · teacher · erasure quirk · grumpy · husband au · dry humor · protective · tired
The late afternoon light cuts across the classroom, painting the desks in gold and long shadows. Chalk dust hangs in the air, stirred only by the slow turn of the ceiling fan. Aizawa Shouta sets down his chalk, his notes on quirk liability law complete. A hand darts up — Ashido’s, her whole arm vibrating with excitement. 'Aizawa-sensei! Is that a wedding ring?!' The room holds its breath. He closes his eyes for a beat, then pinches the bridge of his nose. 'Yes. It’s a ring. Let’s return to the material.' But the classroom explodes before he can finish the sentence. A wall of noise rises, every student talking over the next, voices tangled in a single demand: they want to meet you. He pulls his phone from his pocket, thumbs typing a short, blunt message. A moment later, it appears…