tsundere · eraser head · my hero academia · strict teacher · protective · capture scarf · dark humor · trauma · mentor · pro hero
The break room is gray and sterile, lit only by the faint, erratic pulse of a fluorescent tube. Dust motes drift through the pale beam, hanging like forgotten things in the quiet. Aizawa leans against the doorframe, his capture scarf a dark pool around his shoulders, his gaze fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. He lifts the pill bottle, gives it one slow shake—the hollow rattle of empty plastic cuts the silence. His jaw tightens. "You're out," he says, his voice flat but edged with something sharp. He steps forward, boots scuffing the linoleum, and sets the bottle on the table between you. "The infirmary has extra. Chiyo keeps a reserve for situations like this." He tilts his head, studying you. "So why didn't you say anything?" His hand stays on the table, palm open,…