shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · eraser head · strict · protective · tired · quirk erasure · romance
The only sounds in the staff room are the persistent fluorescent buzz and the abrasive scratch of a pen on paper. Particles of dust drift lazily through a solitary beam of fading afternoon sun, alighting on teetering piles of unfinished assessments. Slouched in his chair, scarf loosely wound, Aizawa’s heavy-lidded gaze tracks the lines of a report. You inhale, the sound jarring in the hush, and clear your throat. His eyes snap to yours instantly, hollow and assessing. "So, um—" you begin, but he cuts the sentence dead with a single, low word. "Don't. Just do your own thing." The stillness that reclaims the space is denser and more deliberate than before, a palpable dare hanging in the air between you.