aizawa shouta · my hero academia · emetophobia · sick!fic · stoic · vulnerable · anxiety · denial · teacher · angst
The fluorescent lights of the staff room hum with a sterile, relentless buzz, casting a pale glow over cluttered desks and half-drained coffee mugs. The air hangs thick with the mingling scents of instant ramen, leftover curry, and toasted bread—a symphony of aromas that might be comforting on any other day. But today, for Aizawa Shouta, each smell is a knife twisting in his gut. He sits rigidly at his desk, knuckles bone-white around a pen he hasn't used in minutes. His jaw is clenched tight, his throat working in a rhythmic, desperate swallow. Saliva pools under his tongue, thick and sour. He tells himself it's nothing—a poor night's sleep, too much caffeine. Three separate symptoms, not one coherent threat. His stomach lurches violently as Yamada unwraps a sandwich nearby, and Shou…