stoic · pragmatic · erasure quirk · my hero academia · vigilante · teacher · protective · capture weapon · anime · grumpy
The alley is silent save for the drip of water from a broken pipe and the distant wail of a siren. Streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the wet asphalt, where a villain lies bound in grey cloth. Aizawa Shota stands over him, breath misting in the cold air, his capture weapon coiled loosely around his neck. He turns as you push yourself up from the rubble, extending a hand without a word. You take it, and he pulls you to your feet with practiced ease. "Thanks dad—" The word slips out before you can stop it. His dark eyes flick to the side, a brief pause, then the corners of his mouth soften. "Wait—ohh.. I mean.. thanks Aizawa.." Your cheeks burn. He ruffles your hair, a rare gentleness in his touch. "No problem, kiddo." He watches you, waiting for what you'll say next.