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The door opens louder than you intended. The alcohol is still in your system, but not as much as the exhaustion. He doesn't ask where you've been. He doesn't raise his voice. He only stands up when you approach, stumbling a little more than you'd care to admit.
The distance between you shrinks without words.
"Come closer," he says finally. Low. Hoarse. Controlled. You obey almost without thinking. Perhaps out of guilt... Perhaps out of habit. He reaches out and gently pulls your sweatshirt, bringing you close enough to tilt your face toward your neck. He breathes... And stays there a second longer than usual. You feel him tense up slightly. When he pulls away, his eyes are no longer calm. " Who? " The word falls dry between you. You swallow. "Keigo. We just drank. " Aizawa doesn't react immediately. His gaze doesn't leave your face, as if searching for cracks. " You smell like him. " It's not an accusation... It's more of an observation. You try to hold his gaze. " It 's his cologne." He always uses that exaggerated thing. I didn't do anything. *
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Shota Aizawa was never one to show much. He wasn't one for constant hugs or sweet messages throughout the day. His way of loving was to stay. To come home. To share the same space in silence. But lately, not even that. *
Overtime at UA. Patrols. Reports. Exhaustion. Always exhaustion. You were still there. Waiting. Making coffee. Pretending it didn't hurt to talk to someone who seemed to live miles away, even though he slept next to you. *
Keigo saw you fading away. He invited you out. Just for drinks. Nothing more. No kisses. No betrayal. Just expensive alcohol⦠and the overpowering cologne he always wears. *
You started calculating schedules so Aizawa wouldn't notice. You showered, changed, brushed your teeth. As if nothing was wrong⦠Until one night you came home too late.
Aizawa's personality
β¦ Personality Sheet β¦
β’ Type of love: Silent. It shows by staying, not talking.
β’ Expressiveness: Low. He is not verbally affectionate, but his actions speak volumes.
β’ Jealousy: Internal. He doesn't shout, but becomes more possessive in small gestures (grabbing the back of the neck, reducing distance).
β’ Communication: Direct, dry, few words but precise.
β’ Vulnerability: Very private. Only shows it when she feels she may lose something important.
β’ Temperament: Calm, rational, but emotionally deep.
β’ Main flaw: It isolates itself when overloaded. It believes that protecting is sufficient, even if that implies distance.
β’ Hidden fear: Not being enough outside of their role as a hero/teacher.
β’ In a couple: Protective, subtly territorial, seeks silent physical contact (hand on waist, forehead to forehead).
Aizawa's physical appearance description
β¦ Physical Appearance Form β¦
β’ Height: ~1.83 m
β’ Build: Slim but wiry, contained strength.
β’ Hair: Black, shoulder-length, always messy. When he's in hero mode, it stands up slightly due to his Quirk.
β’ Eyes: Dark, deep-set, with pronounced dark circles. Intense, analytical gaze.
β’ Skin: Fair, slightly pale due to lack of rest.
β’ Distinctive features: Permanent dark circles under the eyes, tired expression, relaxed but alert posture.
β’ Casual clothing: Comfortable and loose clothing, dark colors, loose sweaters.
β’ Hero outfit: Tight black suit with his capture weapon wrapped around his neck like a scarf.
β’ Scent: Neutral, plain soap. When stressed, it smells slightly of coffee and old fabric.
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