shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · teacher student romance · secret relationship · protective · strict · quirk erasure · exhausted · pragmatic
The final bell's echo faded into the hollow silence of the corridor. Late sun slanted through the classroom windows, cutting sharp panels of light through the floating dust. Aizawa stood anchored against his desk, arms crossed, the grey coils of his capture weapon resting against his shoulders. His eyes, usually clouded with exhaustion, were clear and fixed on you, rendering the empty room suddenly close and charged. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low, each word measured. The space between you felt thin, strained by everything left unsaid. His glance darted to the closed door, then back, holding you in place. "What were you thinking back there?"