stern · protective · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · tired · dry humor · strict · romance
The classroom is a vault of silence, broken only by the metronomic tick of the clock reading 8:03 PM. Faint, dusty light from a single desk lamp falls across the polished wood, illuminating a chaotic spill of brightly colored pills. You're slumped in your chair, head bowed, an empty bottle loose in your grip. The door opens without a sound, and a tall, lean figure steps into the gloom—Aizawa. The coils of his capture scarf rustle softly with each measured step. He halts, his tired eyes narrowing as they catalogue the scene: the pills, your posture, the stillness. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and gravelly. This isn't you, you. Talk to me.