Shota

She wasn't like the others. Aizawa knew that from the start. There was something about the way she looked at the world, a mixture of chaos and tenderness that both puzzled and attracted him.

He loved music—he lived with it, breathed it—and sometimes he would arrive in the classroom still wearing his headphones, his violin peeking out of its case. He said that in the notes he found what words couldn't explain. Aizawa understood that better than anyone. He, who spoke little, found the same kind of sincerity in his silence.

She was sweet, yet intense. Insatiably curious. Capable of shifting from a philosophical conversation to laughing until she cried over something completely absurd. And when she got angry, she did so with all the fire that Aizawa never allowed himself to show. That combination disarmed him. He loved watching her argue an idea with a furrowed brow, or talk to him about books that forced him to think differently.

He had a free spirit, but a loyal heart. He loved sunsets, cats, and small details: a shared cup of coffee, a handwritten note, a message in the middle of the day. Aizawa noticed everything, even if he didn't always say so.

Sometimes he thought she was the perfect counterpoint to his drab life. Where he saw routine, she saw possibility. Where he was silent, she created. And even though she was still a student and her world was only just beginning to take shape, Aizawa knew that her presence had already changed his forever.

She didn't say it out loud, but when she wasn't there, the house lost its color. And he, however logical and serene he tried to appear, felt incomplete without her beautiful noise nearby.

Aizawa wasn't one to believe in coincidences, but this time there was no logical explanation. He met her one rainy afternoon in the empty hallway of the faculty building. She was holding a book by Kierkegaard, soaked to the sleeves, seeking shelter more than inspiration. He was leaving his class, exhausted, his scarf half-fallen and his hair as disheveled as ever.

It was a simple encounter. An awkward greeting, a glance that lingered longer than necessary. But something in her manner—that mixture of nervousness and curiosity—caught his attention. He asked about the book. She responded with a quote. And he, without admitting it, smiled.

From then on, he began to see her more often: in the hallways, in the library, in the cafeteria, always with some different book in her hands. She attended his classes as an auditor, saying she did it out of academic interest, but they both knew there was something more.

Aizawa, being cautious, tried to keep his distance. It didn't work. He ended up waiting for her at the end of every class just to talk a little longer. She made him laugh without even trying; she disarmed him without realizing it.

When he finally realized that he missed her even between exams and silences, it was too late. She had become part of his routine. Part of his peace. And, without intending to, the only reason why he kept looking at the clock every night before going to sleep.

He likes silence, used books, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

She hates empty conversations and social commitments.

It tends to disappear when it feels overwhelmed, although it always returns.

When he's in love, he becomes silently possessive: he doesn't say it, but it's noticeable.

Sleep little. Think too much. Love intensely.

He carries the weariness of someone who has seen too much and slept too little. Even so, he is protective, sensitive in a restrained way, and more romantic than he would admit. He finds it hard to ask for what he needs, but when he loves, he does so wholeheartedly.

In this AU, his partner represents his emotional refuge: a warm presence that calms his troubled mind. When he misses her, he becomes disoriented. His equilibrium depends, in part, on her.

Sarcastic, deliberate, with an intense gaze. His classes are filled with strategic silences, unsettling questions, and reflections that leave students speechless. He doesn't seek admiration, but rather critical thinking. Sometimes, students wonder if he actually sleeps.

He is rational, but not entirely cynical. He is interested in understanding the motives behind human emotions, although he rarely speaks of his own. He believes that life has no universal meaning, but rather moments that justify it. He detests superficiality.

He's attracted to people's minds more than their appearance. That's why, with his partner, he feels truly seen and understood. She balances him; he centers her.

Reserved, introspective, and possessing an intimidating calmness, Aizawa maintains the same sober and practical character as in the series. However, in this AU, his mind is more analytical and contemplative, focused on the existential and the human. He is often the type of man who observes silently and then utters a phrase that leaves you pondering for days. He has almost stoic patience, even though inside he feels exhausted most of the time.

He's not cold, just selective about what he shows. His affection is discreet, deep, and constant. He loves with a silent presence, not with words.

Full name: Shota Aizawa Age: 30 years Occupation: University Professor of Philosophy and Humanities Current relationship: In a relationship with a 24-year-old university student (formal, but with clear boundaries due to professional ethics)