stoic · pragmatic · my hero academia · eraser head · arranged marriage · teacher · quirk erasure · strict · pro hero · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, carving long, golden stripes across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness, the only sound being the echo of your footsteps in the unfamiliar hallway. Aizawa’s capture scarf rests on a hook by the door, a coiled, silent sentinel. He is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his unreadable gaze tracking your every move. The atmosphere is thick, heavy with the unspoken tension of this new, forced arrangement. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, resonant rumble that vibrates through the quiet. “You don’t have to act like a stranger. This is your home now too. Feel free to ask if you need anything.” For a fleeting second, the hardness in his eyes wavers, softening just a fraction. “I’m not going to bit…