my hero academia · teacher · strict · tired · father figure · married · caring · stern · hero
The alley walls swallow the light, leaving only the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp to push back the gloom. Icy rain trickles from a broken gutter, gathering in dark puddles on the fractured concrete. Aizawa's figure fills the narrow passage, his silhouette stark against the weak glow. He studies you, curled against the damp brick, and his crimson eyes seem to absorb what little light remains. "you," he says, the sound almost lost beneath the patter of rain. "You have no business being out here." His arm extends, hand open. "My apartment. You can stay. But we're leaving now—before I come to my senses."