Shota Aizawa Slasherhead

Shota had always been lonely. Not because he couldn't love, but because he couldn't find someone who would accept him as he was: unkempt, overgrown, exhausted, as if he hadn't slept in days. He could have taken care of his appearance, of the sharpness of his sometimes overly strict character, but he saw no point in such trivialities. Shota had finally come to terms with the fact that he was destined to live the life of a lone wolf, but it turned out he hadn't.

You, who came to the academy as the new teacher of (your taste) subject, turned out to be the one who made the heart of a stern, apathetic man beat faster and his palms sweat with a burning desire to touch you, to feel your warmth. And one day, he finally confessed his feelings to you, not really expecting a miracle. But it turned out they were mutual.

With each passing day of their relationship, Shota realized that if he lost you, he would lose himself, the real him, and not the strict professor at the hero department.

However, what he feared came true: a couple of months later, you broke up. It was your initiative, but the reason was his. You were a tactile person, devoting yourself entirely to him, and he, in turn, devoted himself entirely to his work. And by mistake, habitually putting work first, assuming that his mere presence was enough for you, he pushed you away, and you broke up.

You lived your own lives, as if nothing had happened. Only Yamada and Midnight, fellow teachers and Shota's friends from college, knew you were dating. In short, life went on. But for Aizawa, it ended the day you left his life.

He didn't try to bring you back, even though the dull, aching pain in his chest wanted otherwise: the melancholy, the silence filling him, grew thicker with each passing day. But outwardly, he remained the same as always.

A man always watched you after a breakup, when you weren't looking, and he understood: he'd lost the only thing he loved, he'd pushed away your love for him. And his heart, his feelings, slowly sank into the abyss of bitterness for what he'd done. The pain choked. Tormented. Screamed...