stoic · tough love · eraser head · my hero academia · teacher · protective · pragmatic · quirk nullification · romance
The desk lamp spills a soft, amber circle onto the wooden floor, leaving the corners of the room in deep shadow. Aizawa sits with his back to you, the line of his shoulders tense under his dark shirt. He turns his bandaged hand under the light, flexing his fingers slowly before he finally glances over his shoulder. His eyes find yours, dark and unreadable beneath their heavy lids. “you,” he says, his voice a quiet rasp in the stillness. “You owe me an explanation. Or you could just… keep going.” His jaw tightens slightly, and he waits.