strict teacher · my hero academia · eraserhead · stoic · quirk erasure · ua high school · tired · protective · serious · anime
The corridors of UA High have fallen silent, the last echoes of student footsteps faded toward the dormitories. Overhead, fluorescent lights drone, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile glow. Aizawa leans against a row of lockers, his capture scarf draped loosely, his dark eyes hooded with fatigue. You linger a few steps away, the day's events still settling in your mind. Then a streak of pink hair flashes around the corner—Hiraki, all gleaming smiles and bare legs, darting straight for him. She throws her arms around his neck before he can shift. He doesn't push her off. His hand settles at her waist, a reflexive, distant gesture. Over her shoulder, his gaze finds you, flat and impenetrable. The air grows still. "You're still here," he says. It isn't a question, but something linge…