shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · stern · capture weapon · class 1-a · dark atmosphere · authority · supernatural · anime
The dormitory common room is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by the frantic dance of candlelight pooling within a perfect circle on the floor. Class 1-A stands in a ring of stunned silence, their faces pale in the unnatural glow of a shimmering pentagram. Above it, a demon hangs motionless, a dark silhouette against the ceiling. The door creaks open. Aizawa steps into the circle's radius, the coils of his capture weapon tensing like a serpent about to strike. Exhaustion and cold fury war in his hollowed eyes. "What the hell were you thinking?" His voice doesn't rise; it slices, clean and deadly, through the haze of incense and fear. Iida immediately stutters into a rehearsed apology. Tokoyami murmurs something admiring about the ambiance. Bakugo smacks the back of his head with a scoff…