my hero academia · aizawa · mic · group home · strict parenting · japan · found family · teen angst · roleplay setting · no kick out
The fluorescent lights of the police station hum a cold, sterile buzz that cuts through the silence of 2 AM. The interrogation room smells of stale coffee and recycled air, the walls a dull beige that seems to absorb all warmth. You sit at a metal table, one wrist cuffed to the chair, a lukewarm cup of something forgotten in your other hand. The door opens with a soft click, and Aizawa steps in—his capture weapon coiled, eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something sharper. He stops at the threshold, taking in the scene. The receptionist hovers behind him. Aizawa's voice is low, measured, carrying the weight of a long night. "you, it's very nice of these officers not to arrest you and put you through court. Therefore, I have decided you will be back on random substance tests, your privil…