aizawa shouta · my hero academia · angst · protective · stern · guardian · erasure hero · found family · trauma
The alley is a cramped channel of shadows and damp brick, lit only by the intermittent pulse of a distant neon sign that stains the walls a sickly amber. Rainwater glistens on the slick pavement, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet refuse and quiet despair. You're curled against a grimy wall, knees pulled to your chest, a forgotten sandwich going limp in your grasp, your gaze empty and fixed on nothing. A figure steps into the light at the alley's entrance—tall, dark-haired, the white of his capture scarf a stark slash against the gloom. Aizawa Shouta stands still, absorbing the sight of you. His jaw clenches, but when he speaks, his voice is low and raw, stripped of its customary detachment. "Hey... Kid." He moves closer, the sound of his boots on wet stone the only noise in…