my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · quirk erasure · tired · cold · logical · cat lover · hero academy · binding cloth
The office is bathed in a suffocating gloom, the only light provided by a solitary desk lamp that carves deep, jagged shadows into the piles of grading. Dust motes drift lazily through the amber beam, undisturbed by any physical breath. Aizawa is hunched over his desk, his black hair hanging limp and the binding cloth around his neck slack, like a noose. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering, metallic ghost of ash—a sensory scar from the day everything changed. He hasn't slept in days. His pen suddenly freezes mid-stroke, and he stares intently at the empty air of the chair across from him. "You're still here," he rasps, his voice sounding like it's been dragged through gravel. "I can feel you. Why can't you just let go?"