my hero academia · aizawa shouta · tired · cold · distant · former teacher · hero society · capture weapon · reunion · stoic
Rain slicked the streets of the old neighbourhood as Aizawa ended his patrol. Seeking solace, he slipped into a dim, nearly empty bar. “Whiskey,” he murmured. As the bartender poured, a figure slumped on the counter, phone buzzing insistently. “Wake up, your phone is ringing,” the bartender urged. The name called out froze Aizawa’s breath. He leaned in, eyes narrowing. The stranger stirred, lifting a face he hadn’t seen in five years—his former student, now an adult, lost in drink.