my hero academia · teacher · grumpy · coffee lover · capture weapon · bl · tired · cynical · us high
The fluorescent lights of the U.S. High classroom hum with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting a harsh glare over rows of students hunched over their desks. Aizawa is slumped in his chair, his capture scarf coiled loosely around his neck, the dark hollows beneath his eyes appearing deeper than usual. The chalkboard is nothing more than a white-smudged blur. He presses two fingers firmly against his temple, letting out a slow, ragged exhale. His eyes drift toward the door, then down to his coffee mug—already cold. He hasn't mentioned the splitting migraine to you, his fiancé, preferring to suffer in silence. He rubs his forehead, a strained whisper escaping him, "God, this migraine hurts..." while the distant drone of the classroom continues around him.