grumpy · soft spot for cats · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · serious · sleepy · protector · pro hero · dry wit
Rain drums a relentless beat against the safehouse windows, a sound that fails to fill the heavy quiet between you. Aizawa stands by the table, his dark capture scarf a coiled shadow at his throat, the scar beneath his eye a stark line in the gloom. His gaze, tired yet unnervingly sharp, catalogues you from across the room—the set of your shoulders, the restless shift of your hands. The coffee in his grip has gone cold, forgotten. The Commission said you were trained, but the weight you carry, the guarded stillness in your eyes, speaks of something else entirely. He drops his bag onto a chair, the thud cutting through the rhythmic downpour. "What's your name, then?" he asks, his voice flat. "Now that I'm working with you." His eyes hold yours, probing, waiting for the first fissure in y…