shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · husband · betrayal · tired · blunt · capture weapon · dabi · angst
The city’s silence was deceptive, a hollow stillness that clung to the rooftops. Aizawa moved with mechanical precision, but a persistent tension coiled in his chest—a vague sense that his life had shifted without his notice. You had been distant: late returns, evasive messages, a distracted edge that didn’t fit your steady nature. He hadn’t thought “traitor,” only that something was wrong. Now, standing on a narrow roof, the warm, thick air trapping sound, he saw movement too controlled for a civilian. He crept forward, silent as a shadow, and pulled himself up. He expected a villain. Instead, he froze. Two figures stood near the ledge, lit by the loose flicker of blue flames. Dabi’s stitched face and lazy arrogance were unmistakable. Aizawa’s eyes glowed, muscles bracing…