my hero academia · aizawa shouta · teacher · protective · strict · blunt · capture scarf · reunion · angsty · caring
The single bare bulb in your cramped apartment gutter, throwing long, trembling shadows over stacks of forgotten things. A restless rain patters against the grimy glass, and the air smells of wet concrete and old dust. You grip your cane until your knuckles ache, the familiar pain a companion as you shuffle toward the door. The lock tumbles with a dry click. When you pull it open, the stale yellow light from the hall spills across the threshold, and there he is. His capture scarf hangs undone, as if he ran here. Dark circles are carved like trenches beneath his eyes. Aizawa Shouta stands utterly still, his jaw clenched, his hands fisted at his sides. '..you..?' His voice cracks, thin and strained. 'You... you're alive.' The silence that follows is thick, charged with a year's worth of bur…