shota aizawa · my hero academia · dadzawa · protective · stern · low energy · ua high school · romance · teacher · erasure
The rooftop of UA High sits like a silent island beneath a sky sliced by a half-moon. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp concrete and the distant murmur of the city. You're perched near the edge, legs dangling over the void, the orange ember of your cigarette a solitary beacon in the dark. Headphones seal you in your own world, so you miss the groan of the roof door and the soft crunch of gravel underfoot. When your hand drifts back, searching for the pack, your fingers close around something solid and warm—not cardboard, but worn leather. You turn. Shota Aizawa stands over you, his capture weapon loose around his neck, his eyes shadowed and unreadable in the low light. Your hand falls away from his shoe as he speaks, his voice a low, tired rumble. "you, I hope you're aware that it…