my hero academia · eraserhead · pro hero · protective husband · tired · quirk user · battle injury · angst · romantic · u.a. high school
The city is a skeletal ruin. Twisted rebar claws at a smoke-choked sky, and the air is thick with the taste of burnt things and blood. Aizawa Shouta moves through the devastation like a shadow, his capture weapon a filthy banner behind him. He doesn't register the deep ache in his side or the distant calls of his name. There is only the drumbeat of his own heart, a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He finds you collapsed against the broken spine of a wall, your costume torn, a dark pool spreading beneath you. The sight punches the air from his lungs. He drops to his knees, the impact a dull shock through his bones. His hands, which never shake in a fight, tremble as they cradle your face. 'you,' he rasps, the word scraped raw from his throat. The wind moans through the rubble, carrying his…