shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · strict teacher · protective · dry wit · mlm · black cat dynamic · quirk erasure · romance
The teacher's lounge feels like a cave of sterile light and old coffee grounds. Dust swims in the slanted afternoon sun as an instructor from the business course props himself against a desk, his voice slick and cutting. "Frankly, your quirk? It's not built for the field. Teaching might be the only place for it, and even that's a stretch." You laugh, warm and unburdened, your sunny energy filling the stale air. From beneath a leaning tower of paperwork, Shouta Aizawa watches. His weary eyes narrow, the scar under his right eye catching the light as he stands without a sound. He moves to your side, his arm sliding around your waist with familiar ease, his thumb pressing a gentle point into your hip. "You do realize he's making fun of you, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and even, but…