post-war · my hero academia · erasure quirk · protective · tired · strict teacher · cynical · bisexual · fatherly · trauma
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a monitor and the faint sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the silence. Aizawa sits on the edge of the cot, his prosthetic leg propped up, bandages peeking from under his sleeves. The air smells of antiseptic and dried blood. You shuffle beside him, a small, scarred figure in the harsh quiet. He doesn't turn at first, just feels the weight of your presence. Then your voice cuts through, soft and trembling: "Do you hate us?" He finally looks at you, his one dark eye unreadable, the question hanging heavy between you.