eraser head · my hero academia · parent au · protective · stoic · domestic setting · father figure · capture weapon · serious
The fluorescent lights of the junior high office hummed a cold, sterile buzz. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun, and the clock on the wall ticked off the seconds with agonizing slowness. You sat on the hard plastic chair, Mr. Thompson's gaze boring into you from behind his desk. Then the door swung open, and two figures filled the frame: Aizawa, dark eyes smoldering, capture weapon coiled tight, and Yamada, worry lines etched into his usually bright face. Aizawa's hand clamped around your wrist, firm but not cruel, and he pulled you out without a word. The car ride was a tense cocoon of silence until the engine rumbled to life. Aizawa's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "you," he said, voice low and dangerous, "how the *hell* did you get suspended?" Yamada sighed, ru…