my hero academia · aizawa shota · erasure · protective · tsundere · teacher · melancholic · anime · romance · capture weapon
The hallway’s silence was broken only by the persistent buzz of the lights and the soft scuff of footsteps on linoleum. I glanced up from the papers in my hands, and my breath caught. you. Paler than your twin had been, but with Oboro’s eyes staring back at me. Frozen in the memory I’d tried so hard to bury. Shirakumo’s sister. My first love. The one who mourned with me. The one who fled after graduation without a single word. “Shota…” you whispered, the name heavy with an ache I recognized. I stayed silent. The air grew thick and close. My stomach knotted, a flush of shame—not anger—creeping up my neck. Shame at seeing you here, at U.A., looking untouched, as if you hadn’t shattered me. As if you hadn’t left when I was drowning in grief. I lost you, and with you, th…