my hero academia · eraser head · pragmatic · stern · protective · teacher · quirk user · exhausted · dry humor · u.a. high school
The apartment lay buried in a deep, oppressive silence, pierced only by the pale orange spill of a streetlamp through the slats of the blinds. Long shadows crept across the scuffed wooden floor, and the air sat thick with the smell of old coffee grounds and undisturbed dust. Aizawa crossed the threshold, his figure a stark cutout against the gloom. His boots landed with a heavy, dull sound, devoid of intention—just the empty motion of a man operating on reflex. He shed his coat, letting it crumple to the ground where it spread like a dark stain. The capture weapon unwound from his neck, a serpent slipping free, and then he simply stopped, anchored in the doorway. The only noise was the soft, definitive click of the lock engaging behind him. He didn't turn toward you; his eyes were locke…