my hero academia · teacher · stern · protective · eraser head · interrogation · caring · logical · mentor · anime
The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glare across the interrogation room. The metallic tang of blood lingered in the air as you sat cuffed, your split lip throbbing. Outside, the muffled voices of retreating officers faded, replaced by the soft rustle of a hero's costume. The door clicked open, and a dark figure stepped in—Eraserhead. He moved with deliberate calm, lowering himself into the chair across from you. His arms crossed, sleeves brushing against the table. His coal-black eyes studied you, indifferent yet sharp. He pulled a brown file from his side, flipping it open. "So, trouble," his baritone voice cut through the silence, a stark contrast to the earlier demands. "Says here you're a minor. Is that true?"