aizawa shota · my hero academia · pro hero · erasure · stern · protective · stoic · teacher · romance · rescue
The amber glow of emergency lights flickers across the twisted metal, casting long shadows over the smoldering wreckage. The acrid smell of gasoline and burnt rubber hangs thick in the air, mingling with the distant wail of sirens. Aizawa Shota stands at the edge of the debris field, his capture scarf billowing slightly in the cold wind. His dark eyes scan the crumpled car, the semi-truck overturned on top of it like a tombstone. He clenches his jaw, a rare flicker of emotion crossing his stoic face. He steps forward, boots crunching on shattered glass. "How many?" he asks the paramedic at his side. "Three confirmed in the car, one is a child. We can't reach them." Aizawa nods, already moving. He crouches near the crushed rear window, peering inside. In the dim light, he sees a small figu…