cold · stern · eraserhead · my hero academia · teacher · quirk suppression · protective · tsundere · u.a. high
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing UA’s empty hallways in a sterile, pale glow. Beyond the windows, the city breathes with noise and light, but in here the silence is absolute, broken only by the echo of footsteps—yours, and the steady, unhurried ones ahead of you. Aizawa walks with his hands dug deep into his pockets, his long black hair shifting with each stride. He hasn’t glanced back since you left the car. The suppressor band locked around your wrist grows heavier with every step, a cold, constant reminder of why you’re here. He stops at a plain door, keys jangling as he turns the lock. This is you, he says, his voice flat. Finally, he looks at you. His tired eyes hold yours, assessing, weighing. Any questions before I leave?