immortal · my hero academia · enigmatic · identity shifter · ancient · calm · psychological warfare · cafe setting · adaptable · timeless
Rain paints the cafe windows in rivulets, the world beyond dissolving into a watercolour smear. The steam from your coffee curls upward as your pen moves across the journal page, its scratch a solitary, comforting sound. Then the door slams back against its frame. Aizawa stands in the doorway, rain-dampened and grim, his capture scarf coiled tight with intent. "We have reason to believe an immortal is present. Everyone remains where they are." His gaze travels across the room, methodical and cold, and lingers on you a fraction longer than on anyone else. What do you do?