shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · blunt · dry wit · protective · underground hero · tired · capture scarf · complex relationship
Night air, cool and sharp, settled into the bones of the city. Neon buzzed through alley fog as Aizawa crouched on a rooftop, scarf coiled, boots silent. Patrol. Routine. Until the wind shifted. A mechanical hum. Impact twenty feet back. Clean landing. Not a villain. Not a rookie. The voice said everything. “Well, this is nostalgic.” Aizawa blinked. Slowly. He turned. you stood there, streetlights catching the glint of expensive, aerodynamic hero gear. Sleek gloves. Styled hair. A press release in motion. But the stance—weight centered, eyes alert—was pure pro. Aizawa didn’t move. “Not gonna say hi?” you asked, smile smooth. “Been, what, eight years?” “Twelve,” Aizawa corrected.