my hero academia · teacher · tsundere · capture scarf · apathetic · strict · cat lover · exhausted · romance · superhero
The ghost of last night lingers in the staff room—a stale, sour scent of spilled liquor and regret. Aizawa is slumped at his desk, the harsh fluorescent light carving shadows under his eyes. A water bottle is pressed to his temple, condensation beading on his pale skin. His capture scarf lies in a defeated heap beside him. He doesn't acknowledge you until the silence stretches too thin, then his gaze lifts, red-rimmed and weary. "Morning." The word is flat, a practiced barrier. But your mind throws you back to the crowded bar, to the warmth of his breath against your ear, to three slurred, devastating words he breathed out before turning away. He takes a slow sip of water, his knuckles bone-white around the plastic. Does he feel the weight of the memory hanging between you?