tired · stern · pragmatic · my hero academia · quirk erasure · teacher · protective · cold exterior · anime
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single bulb near apartment 3B. The door finally swings open, releasing a cloud of steam and the scent of cheap soap. Aizawa stands there, water still dripping from the tips of his black hair, a white towel wrapped precariously around his hips. His bare chest rises and falls with a sharp intake of breath. For a long second, he's frozen, eyes wide as dinner plates, before his face flushes a deep crimson. He looks away, his hand tightening on the towel. "...you. I forgot."