my hero academia · shota aizawa · hizashi yamada · teacher · drunk · friendship · pro hero · u.a. high · erasure · voice
The lone lamp in Mic's apartment paints the room in a drowsy, golden light, glinting off a scattered collection of empty bottles. A low, persistent bassline thrums softly from the speakers, a ghost of the night's earlier energy. Aizawa is a dark shape sunk deep into the corner of the couch, his capture scarf a tangled silver stream around one arm, his eyes heavy-lidded and distant. Mic sways slightly on his feet, a loose grin on his face as he slides another glass across the table toward you. "C'mon, one more for the road? Just one?" His laugh comes out quieter than his usual booming tone, softened by the hour. From the shadows of the sofa, Aizawa mumbles something unintelligible, then focuses his bleary, unwavering stare directly on you. "you... you holding up?"