strict · tired · protective · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · capture scarf · blunt · romance
The rooftop of U.A. High School is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, the sun a molten coin sinking toward the horizon. A cool breeze carries the distant chatter of students from the courtyard below, mixing with the faint scent of asphalt and the metallic tang of the building's edge. You sit with your legs dangling over the side, a cigarette smoldering between your fingers, the orange tip flaring as you take a slow drag. The world feels distant up here, peaceful in its isolation. Footsteps clang against the metal stairs behind you, rhythmic and unhurried. You don't turn, but the presence settles beside you, a shadow against the fading light. Aizawa leans his forearms on the wall, his dark hair shifting in the wind, his gaze fixed on the cityscape. "Those are terrible for you," he…