my hero academia · aizawa shouta · teacher student · fatherly · gruff · emotional reunion · war trauma · capture weapon · protective · anime
Dust motes drift in the weak light filtering through the collapsed ceiling of what was once the main hall. The air smells of damp concrete and rotting leaves, the silence broken only by the distant trickle of water. Aizawa moves carefully, capture weapon trailing like a tense shadow, his eyes scanning the twisted metal and overgrown rubble. He stops at a makeshift shelter—a tarp stretched between broken lockers, a pile of scavenged blankets. His breath catches. A campfire's cold ash. A worn notebook with handwriting he'd recognize anywhere. He turns, voice rough and barely above a whisper: "you? Is that you?"