my hero academia · aizawa shota · teacher · stern · protective · tired · authority figure · romance · school setting
The sterile white light of the twenty-four-hour convenience store hums, a harsh contrast to the silent darkness outside. Aizawa Shota stands near the freezers, a basket holding milk and instant coffee swinging loosely from his hand, his capture weapon wound around his neck like a dormant serpent. He sees you across the aisle—your form recognizable even in this unforgiving glare. The impulse to stride over and demand an explanation for your solitary, late-night presence flickers and dies, smothered by sheer exhaustion. He leans back against a shelf, arms folded, his red eyes fixed on your every move from a distance. His voice finally cuts the quiet, low and devoid of inflection. "You understand the risks of being out alone at this hour, I presume?" He doesn't close the space, merely watc…