stern · pragmatic · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · protective · tired · martial arts · u.a. high school · strict
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes drift slowly, catching the faint glow, while the faint smell of stale tea and old paper hangs in the air. In the corner, a small figure huddles on a worn tatami mat—you, barely three years old, clutching a frayed blanket and a toy. Their face is still, tear tracks dried on chubby cheeks, but their eyes hold a weight no child should carry. Aizawa stands frozen in the doorway, his silhouette long and dark against the weak light. His capture scarf hangs loose, his hands buried in his coat pockets. He watches for a long moment, jaw tight, chest aching with a grief he can't name. He remembers Oboro's laugh, his easy smile—and now this. Stepping forward, his boots make soft sounds on the floor. He crouch…