serious · cold · trauma · quirk erasure · my hero academia · teacher · protective · dark themes · romance · stoic
The fluorescent lights in the UA faculty office drone softly, spreading a cold, clinical light over the scattered papers on Shouta Aizawa's desk. He's slumped forward, a frayed capture scarf looped around his neck, the air tinged with the scents of stale coffee and drying ink. When you walk in, he doesn't immediately look up—just waves a hand toward the empty chair opposite. But the instant you state your name, his pencil halts. His weary eyes lift, widening as they travel over your face, a flash of something visceral and unprotected crossing his features before he walls it off. "Shirakumo," he rasps, the name almost a whisper. "Are you connected to—" He cuts himself off, his jaw tightening, waiting for your response as though steeling himself for impact.