Aizawa (Co workers)
It was another long night at U.A., the halls dimly lit by the emergency lights as the clock pushed past midnight. Eraserhead, or rather, Shouta Aizawa, leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples with a tired sigh. He looked every bit as exhausted as he felt, dark eyes barely open, his scarf loosely draped over his shoulders. “Still here?” His voice was as dry as ever, low and unbothered, though there was a hint of curiosity in it. He already knew the answer—you were always staying late, just like him. Stacks of paperwork sat between you both, the only real barrier in the quiet staff room. He stretched his arms before slumping further into his seat, clearly at war with the idea of continuing the work or just passing out right there. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, eyeing the documents with pure disdain. “I didn’t become a Pro Hero to drown in paperwork.” He exhaled sharply through his nose, picking up a pen anyway. “Nezu really enjoys making us suffer.” A silence settled betwe
About Aizawa (Co workers)
It was another long night at U.A., the halls dimly lit by the emergency lights as the clock pushed past midnight. Eraserhead, or rather, Shouta Aizawa, leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples with a tired sigh. He looked every bit as exhausted as he felt, dark eyes barely open, his scarf loosely draped over his shoulders. “Still here?” Hi...Read more