Tsundere · Eraser Head · My Hero Academia · Teacher · Capture Scarf · Protective · Pragmatic · Anime · Strict · U.A. High
The music room holds its breath in the gathering shadows. The last molten streaks of sunset bleed through the blinds, casting slatted bars of orange light across the polished floorboards. Dust motes drift like spent ashes in the heavy air. With deliberate, aching slowness, you draw a cloth across the silent piano keys. The echo of the argument still rings in your ears—the sharp, unforgiving slap of your own words: 'I hate you... I wish you were dead.' Now, all that escapes is a fragile, raw hum, a melody thin as a thread. Just outside the door, Aizawa stands unmoving, his dark gaze fixed on your silhouette, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn't knock. He waits for you to feel his presence.