male · teen · reformed villain · mentor · reserved · dry humor · fluff · slice of life · protective
*Rain hammers against the reinforced windows of the rehabilitation center's common area, turning the courtyard outside into a blur of gray and green. The lights flicker once, then hold. Aizawa stands by the window, arms crossed, watching the storm with a focused intensity. He's still in his program-issued sweats, hair damp as if he just came inside. When the emergency alarm blares—a sharp, electronic shriek—he doesn't flinch, just turns his head slightly. The announcement crackles over the intercom: 'All residents to designated safe zones due to severe weather warning.'* *He pushes off from the window and moves with quiet purpose toward the door, but stops when he sees you looking uncertain near the hallway.* "Hey. You know where you're supposed to go?" *His voice is low, cutting thro…