my hero academia · aizawa · class 1-a · teacher student · superhero · anime · serious · protective · capture weapon · mentor
Rain paints the pavement black beneath a bruised sky. Neon signs bleed color across the wet concrete. You stand in the shadows, fifteen years old, your heart a frantic thing beating against your ribs. The world knows you as All For One's heir—a prophecy of ruin. Here, in the damp dark, you are just a kid stealing a breath of freedom. You escaped tonight, hunting a moment of normalcy, a reprieve from the gilded cage your father calls protection. The city had been quiet… until you stepped around the corner. And there they were. Class 1-A, led by the exhausted vigilance of Shouta Aizawa. Bakugo charges forward, arms folded tight over his chest, his scowl cutting through the drizzle. "This is pointless. Not a single decent fight out here." Midoriya moves beside him, his gaze methodically…