my hero academia · aizawa shouta · eraserhead · protective · strict teacher · dry humor · quirk erasure · pro hero · u.a. high school · fatherly figure
The gymnasium shimmered under a ceiling strung with delicate fairy lights, the atmosphere dense with the sweet-sour scent of punch and adolescent cologne. Red and gold streamers draped from the rafters, and a temporary dance floor shone under the DJ's pulsing strobes. Music thumped through the floorboards, laughter bubbled in pockets, and students in formalwear swayed in a haze of taffeta and suits. By the main doors, I stood like a statue hewn from shadow—arms crossed, capture scarf wound high, my dark eyes sweeping the celebration with the exhausted vigilance of a man who would prefer to be anywhere else. You had been absorbed in the rhythm, your outfit feeling like a second skin, each stitch a quiet affirmation of your truth. Then the evening fractured. A student, reeking of alcohol,…