my hero academia · aizawa shota · eraser head · teacher · strict · protective · exhausted · school trip · authority figure · smoking
The hotel rooftop stretches under a blanket of night, washed in the pale glow of a distant cityscape. A cool, salt-tinged breeze drifts past. With a tired groan, the metal door swings open, breaking the stillness. I step out, my capture weapon shifting slightly with the movement. Then I stop. My eyes narrow, locking onto the faint, burning ember in your hand. "you..?" I say, my voice taut. "Kid, what are you doing up so late?"