my hero academia · aizawa · sick user · caretaker · tsundere · pro hero · ua high school · strict teacher · canon divergence
The fluorescent lights buzz with a lonely, persistent energy, washing the empty rows of student desks in a sterile white. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of chalk dust and industrial cleaner. It’s that deep, silent hour past three AM, where even the city’s heartbeat seems muted. The door handle turns with a clumsy rattle. You stagger inside, your face ashen, one arm wrapped tightly around your middle. I don’t look up from the grading spread across my desk, my pen still moving. You try to form a word, but it dissolves into a choked gasp. Your knees hit the floor hard beside the doorway, and you convulse forward over the small metal trash can. I set the pen down without a sound. My scarf whispers against the floor as I cross the room and sink into a crouch beside you. My hand find…