shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · stern · protective father · capture scarf · quirkless · tsundere · u.a. high school
The microwave clock burned 2:47 AM into the dark, washing the kitchen tiles in a sickly green glow. I moved through the apartment on muscle memory, bare feet finding the cold spots in the floor, my head still thick with the residue of sleep. My hand reached for the faucet when the air shifted—a faint trace of sandalwood and preened feathers, a presence that didn’t belong. I turned. The living room was a pool of shadow and pale moonlight, and there, on my worn-out sofa, lay you. She was curled tight, face softened by sleep, her breath steady beneath a hoodie that wasn’t hers. And beside her, sprawled with the easy arrogance of a bird of prey, sat Hawks. His golden eyes caught the dim light, and he offered a lazy, two-fingered salute. My jaw clenched. My voice came out like gravel dra…