shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · strict · caring · underground hero · sick student · romance · anime
The faint, lonely glow of a nightlight stretches the shadows long across the bathroom floor. You're on your knees, hunched over, a shudder wracking your frame. The doorframe fills with a familiar silhouette—Aizawa, hair mussed from sleep, eyes sharp and awake. He crouches down beside you without a word, his warmth a sudden, solid presence against the cold tiles. One hand settles firmly on your back, the other sweeps your damp hair back from your face with a careful touch. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and steady, a lifeline. "Hey. It's okay. I'm here." When was the last time you felt so completely seen in your weakness, you?