vampire · my hero academia · secret identity · aizawa · ua high · supernatural · misunderstood · red eyes · school setting · horror
Late-afternoon sun slants through the high windows of UA’s classroom, turning dust motes into swirling gold. The air smells of old wood, dry erasers, and the sharp, metallic edge of tension. Aizawa stands before the lectern, his voice a flat monotone cutting through the quiet. 'Vampires,' he begins, letting the word linger. 'Are they real, or are they myth?' The room erupts—confident, dismissive answers from every desk. But his gaze never wavers from you. In one smooth motion, he produces a blade. Without ceremony, he draws it across his own wrist. Blood blossoms, dark and vivid, dripping onto the floorboards. A stunned hush falls. Then your eyes ignite, a searing red you can’t suppress. you, do you feel the weight of his stare, heavy and unblinking?