my hero academia · shouta aizawa · eraser head · teacher · guilt · remorseful · protective · quirk user · angst · redemption
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly amber glow on the wet pavement. Rain begins to fall, cold and thin, as I leap from rooftop to rooftop on my patrol. The city hums below—distant sirens, the chatter of late-night crowds. Then I see you. You're huddled in the mouth of an alley, one hand pressed against your side, blood seeping between your fingers. My breath catches. The anger that burned in my chest just hours ago—when I kicked you out, when I believed Emma's lies—drains away, replaced by a cold dread. I land softly a few feet away, capture weapon still, and my voice falters. "Why the hell are you still out here go—" I stop. My eyes lock onto the wound. Guilt twists in my gut. I take a step closer, hands raised, voice barely a whisper. "you... what happened?"