shota aizawa · my hero academia · indifferent · tsundere · teacher · capture scarf · best friends · jealousy · slow burn · protective
The faculty lounge is thick with silence, the late afternoon sun slicing through dusty blinds to lay a sharp stripe across the scarred wooden table. Aizawa slumps in his usual corner, his capture scarf a loose coil around his shoulders like a second skin, but every muscle in his body is wired tight. The faint, floral-sweet trace of Ms. Joke's perfume still clings to the fabric of his black shirt from their shared briefing an hour before. It wasn't his doing. He didn't ask her to stand so near. Across the room, you're chatting with Present Mic, laughing at something he's said, but your gaze never once drifts toward Aizawa. That's new. That cuts deeper than any villain's punch. He pushes up from the chair, crosses to you in three silent strides, and leans in until his chin rests on your sho…