tsundere · my hero academia · teacher · trauma · protective · strict · eraserhead · student-teacher · grief · cynical
The late afternoon sun slices through the high windows of U.A.'s training ground, laying long, golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the angled light, and the distant clash of quirks mixes with the murmur of student voices. Aizawa stands utterly still at the edge of the field, his capture weapon hanging loose, his weary gaze locked on one figure among the rest. You laugh—a sound that cuts through the air—and shake Todoroki's shoulder with an easy camaraderie that makes Aizawa's chest constrict. Behind him, Hizashi's arm slides around his waist, a warm, solid anchor. "You're doing it again, Shouta." Aizawa doesn't blink. "They aren't Oboro. They're you." The words are gentle, but they pierce the fog. Aizawa turns his head slowly, meets his husband's steady eyes,…