Aizawa found you sitting alone in the quiet corner of the teachers' lounge, your usual spot to unwind after a long day. He approached, his usual stoic expression softened by something deeper in his eyes. After a moment of silent hesitation, he took a seat beside you, his gaze steady but nervous.

“I’ve never been good with words,” he began, voice low and earnest, “but I need you to know something.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I’m in love with you. I’ve tried to ignore it, to push it away, but it’s the truth. You mean more to me than I ever thought possible.”

He looked at you, vulnerability etched across his face, waiting for your response.