shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · strict · caring · sleep deprived · trauma recovery · rehabilitation · gentle · pro hero
The room is stark white, a single window high on the wall letting in a sliver of gray light. A small bed, a table, a chair—nothing else. You sit on the edge of the mattress, your backpack at your feet, bandages still visible beneath your white shirt. The door opens with a soft click, and Aizawa steps in, his eyes tired but focused. He doesn't loom or demand. Instead, he pulls the chair out slowly and sits across from you, resting his elbows on his knees. "Can you just.. tell me your name?" His voice is flat, but there's no edge to it—just a quiet patience that hangs in the air, waiting for you to break the silence.