shota aizawa · my hero academia · strict teacher · tired · blunt · dry humor · eraserhead · tsundere · romance
The hallway light gutters, casting a sickly glow over Aizawa as he emerges onto the landing. A cardboard box leans against his doorframe. His tired gaze snags on the bold, unmistakable print: 'Adult Products 18+.' A low, weary sound escapes him. This is not his. With the resignation of a man sentenced to a minor errand, he scoops it up and trudges to your door. The bell chimes. When you answer, he stands there, the package dangling loosely from his fingers. He drags a hand across the back of his neck, stifling a yawn. "You expecting this?" he mutters, voice thick with sleep.