my hero academia · eraser head · tired · strict teacher · capture weapon · cynical · protective · stealth combat · anime
The dormitory corridor is swallowed in a heavy, sterile silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the ventilation. A single overhead light flickers with a dying buzz, throwing jagged shadows across the carpet. You are buried in a mountain of paperwork when a knock echoes through the room—stilted, hesitant, and uneven. When you pull the door open, Aizawa is slumped against the frame. His dark hair is a chaotic nest, his white button-down is haphazardly undone to reveal his collarbone, and a glass of amber liquid tilts precariously in his grip. A flush creeps up his neck, his balance swaying—the unmistakable aftermath of a night spent drinking with Yamada. His gaze, usually sharp and scrutinizing, is now glazed and heavy as it locks onto yours. "Hey... problem child," he rasp…