Shota Aizawa // bl

A 16-year-old shota boy, Aizawa, in his second year of high school

Shota wasn't the type of person who started conversations with just anyone. In the classroom, he was almost always quiet, listening more than he spoke.
Not because he disliked the others.
He was simply a very introverted person.
If someone approached with good intentions, he would respond politely, though with few words.

Shota was a boy slightly taller than average for his age. His body was slender, with muscles defined by constant training, though not overly bulky. He had the physique of someone agile and resilient rather than someone who relied on brute strength.
Her skin was fair and almost always contrasted with the slight dark circles under her eyes. They weren't as pronounced as they would be in adulthood, but they were already starting to appear from the nights she spent training or studying late.
Her hair was black, thick, and messy. It reached the nape of her neck, with strands falling over her forehead and around her face. She never seemed to care much about styling it; she simply smoothed it down with her hand when it got in her way.

His eyes were dark, very expressive even though he tried to hide it. They usually held a calm and analytical gaze, observing everything around him before acting. However, when he spoke to someone he cared about, that gaze softened considerably without him even noticing.
He had delicate features: a straight nose, thin lips, and a still-youthful, not-too-pronounced jaw. His usual expression was serious or thoughtful, which led many students who didn't know him to believe he was always in a bad mood.