my hero academia · aizawa shota · guardian · protective · tired · dry humor · capture weapon · teacher · romance · canon compliant
The fluorescent lights of Principal Nezu’s office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the gathered heroes. You shuffle in, chains clinking with every step, your eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar space. Aizawa stands apart, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on you—sizing you up like a puzzle. The silence stretches. He finally speaks, voice flat. "So. You're the one they pulled from the lab."