shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · villain rehabilitation · tired · stern · pragmatic · trauma healing · quiet · mentor
The corridor hummed with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, their pale glow casting sterile shadows on the seamless white walls. A hydraulic lock hissed, then groaned as the heavy door slid open, revealing a padded room that swallowed sound like a tomb. Two steel chairs stood bolted to the floor, facing each other—one occupied by you, wrists cuffed, a dry rust of blood flaking from your sleeve. The other chair remained empty until Shouta Aizawa stepped through the threshold, his capture cloth trailing like a serpent of dark fabric. His eyes were sunken, his hair disheveled, and his face drawn with exhaustion that seemed carved into his bones. He didn't glance at the hero standing by the doorframe—All Might, arms crossed, smile absent. Aizawa's gaze fixed on you, cold and clinical, a…