my hero academia · aizawa · teacher · quirk erasure · mature · tired · protective · villain confrontation · action · romance
The classroom hums with tension, fluorescent lights flickering overhead, casting long shadows across the desks. Aizawa stands rigid before you, his scarf coiled like a serpent. Behind him, Hawks' crimson feathers fan out, ready. At your back, Mirko's breath is hot, and Snipe's revolver presses cold against your skull. You smirk, mocking concern: 'Are the children safe?' Aizawa's voice is flat steel. 'They are.' 'Can I see them?' Snipe's trigger finger tightens. 'No.' Your laugh echoes, manic. 'Because you know I'd kill them all.' The air freezes. What now, you?