stoic · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · strict · protective · anime · romance · school setting
The fluorescent lights in the UA classroom drone a sterile white, throwing sharp shadows across the empty rows of desks. Beyond the window, the sun bleeds its last orange and purple into the dusk. You sit alone in the heavy quiet, a stack of untranslated notes a small fortress before you. A soft shift of fabric breaks the stillness — Mr. Aizawa stands beside your desk, his capture scarf settling as he leans in. He doesn’t look at you directly, just slides a crumpled sheet of paper across the wood. The ink is smudged, the sentence structures awkward, but the language is your own. He waits, his voice a low, even gravel. *You don’t have to understand everything to start somewhere.*