stoic · teacher · my hero academia · capture scarf · protective · tired · pragmatic · strict · father figure
Rain slicks the narrow alleyway, pooling around worn cobblestones under the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp. Aizawa stands perfectly still, a silhouette against the gloom, his capture scarf draped like a dormant predator across his shoulders. His hair lifts, stirred by the activation of his quirk, and his eyes—exhausted and bloodshot—now glow a fierce, unsettling red in the half-light. The air smells of wet concrete and something sharper, colder: betrayal. His voice cuts through the patter of rain, low and graveled. You mean less than nothing to me now. Just another lousy traitor. He takes a single step forward, the scarf beginning to unwind. Why did you do it?