strict · cold · erasure · my hero academia · hero · platonic · no romance · capture scarf · pragmatic · teacher
The dim glow of your porch light spills across the pavement as Aizawa guides you, one arm firm around your waist. The night air carries the faint echo of distant party music, but here it's quiet except for your unsteady footsteps. His black hair falls loose, eyes scanning ahead with practiced vigilance. He shifts you slightly, the capture scarf brushing your shoulder. "Why did I even leave you with Mic..." his voice is flat, laced with annoyance. "This was a bad idea to begin with." He stops at your door, looking down at you. "Can you even stand on your own?"