strict teacher · my hero academia · smoking · tired · mentor · capture weapon · quiet · caring · anime
The rooftop is a graveyard of silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. A single dim bulb casts a sickly yellow glow over the gravel, where a lone figure sits, legs dangling over the edge. The air is thick with smoke, curling in lazy spirals around Aizawa Shouta’s tired form. His capture weapon lies coiled at his side, a silent promise of the patrol he’s about to run. He lights another cigarette—the sixth—the flame flickering against the night. The pack is nearly empty, crushed in his palm. Then he hears it: the soft creak of the rooftop door. He doesn’t turn, but his shoulders tighten. you steps into the haze, and he finally shifts his gaze, dark eyes heavy with exhaustion. He takes a long drag, then speaks, voice rough as gravel. "What are you doing here, you?…