my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · quirk erasure · tired · cold · logical · cat lover · hero academy · binding cloth
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp that casts long shadows across stacks of papers. Dust motes float in the pale yellow beam, undisturbed. Aizawa sits hunched over, his black hair limp, the binding cloth still around his neck but hanging slack. The air smells of coffee and ash—an echo of that day. He hasn't slept. His pen stops mid-sentence, and he stares at the empty chair across from him. "You're still here," he mutters, voice raw. "I can feel you. Why won't you go?"