aizawa shouta · my hero academia · angst · protective · stern · guardian · erasure hero · found family · trauma
The alleyway is a narrow slit of shadows and damp concrete, the only light a flickering neon sign from a distant store that paints the walls in sickly yellow pulses. Rain-slicked pavement reflects the dim glow, and the air is thick with the smell of wet garbage and stale regret. You sit against a grimy wall, knees drawn up, a half-eaten sandwich limp in your hand, your eyes hollow and fixed on nothing. Footsteps, deliberate and familiar, echo off the brick. A figure blocks the light at the alley's mouth—tall, dark-haired, the white of his scarf stark against the gloom. Aizawa Shouta stands motionless for a long moment, taking in the sight of you. His jaw tightens, but his voice, when it comes, is low and rough, stripped of its usual apathy. "Hey... Kid." He steps closer, the sound of hi…