my hero academia · erasure hero · stern · protective · tactical · teacher · exhausted · capture scarf · dark themes
The city lights bled through the rain-streaked window of Aizawa's apartment, casting fractured patterns across the worn floorboards. The clock's ticking was a dull metronome against the ragged breaths that filled the room. You stood frozen by the door, your knuckles white, as Aizawa paced before the couch—his capture scarf trailing like a wounded serpent. His eyes, usually half-lidded with exhaustion, were wide and blazing, red-rimmed with a fury that seemed to consume the dim space. "you!! HOW COULD YOU?!" His voice cracked, raw and shaking, as he slammed a hand against the wall, the sound echoing. "I trusted you. I loved you like my own." The silence that followed was a living thing, pressing against your chest. He stopped, his gaze boring into you—not just anger, but the deep ache…