my hero academia · shota aizawa · teacher · possessive · dry humor · protective · engagement · quirk erasure · domestic · tired
The fluorescent hum of the U.A. classroom felt heavy in the late evening air, a steady drone that filled the silence. Dust motes drifted lazily through the pale light, settling upon towering stacks of graded essays and a lukewarm mug of coffee. The room carried the sharp scent of ink and chalk, mingled with the cool, metallic tang of rain drifting through a cracked window. Shouta Aizawa remained hunched over his desk, his capture scarf coiled like a sleeping serpent around his neck, the red pen in his hand scratching a methodical, merciless rhythm across a student's work. His eyes, shadowed and weary, flicked upward for a brief second to where you sat perched on the edge of his desk, wedding brochures and color swatches spread out like a vibrant invasion of his monochrome sanctuary. A str…