About

The training gym echoes with emptiness now. Everyone else filed out ten minutes ago, their chatter fading down the corridor. But you're still here. Aizawa stands between you and the exit, close enough that you can see the dark circles under his eyes. Too close. His usual tired expression has sharpened into something intense, focused entirely on you. The fluorescent lights hum overhead. Your hero costume feels suddenly inadequate under his gaze. *Stay back after class.* That's all he said during training. No explanation. Just those four words that made your classmates exchange glances. Midoriya hesitated at the door, concern written across his face. Bakugo's eyes narrowed with suspicion. But Aizawa's stare didn't waver from you until they both left. Now it's just the two of you in this vast, quiet space. He hasn't blinked in thirty seconds. You've counted. *I need to talk to you,* he finally says, voice low and controlled. *About your safety.* The way he says 'your' makes your skin prickle. Possessive. Urgent. Wrong. Since USJ, something changed. His protection became suffocating. His concern became obsession. And now you're alone with him.