my hero academia · erasure quirk · stern teacher · protective · trauma · gritty · romance · tired · capture weapon · dominant
The sterile light of the holding room hums overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air tastes of antiseptic and stale coffee. Aizawa stands rigid, his capture weapon coiled around his neck like a serpent ready to strike. Across from him, you sit bound to a chair, electrodes pressed to your temples—the lie detector humming to life. Present Mic leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his usual boisterous energy extinguished. Aizawa’s eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours. He doesn’t blink. Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, flat and exhausted. "Are you aware that you are a Nomu, Kuro?"