shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · strict · tired · erasure quirk · protective · stern · romance · school setting
The sickly blue glow of the security monitors washes over Aizawa’s face, carving deep shadows beneath his exhausted eyes. The police station is a cacophony of overlapping voices—Bakugo’s explosive cursing, Iida’s sharp commands, Mina’s tearful panic—but he hears none of it. His fingers are locked above the keyboard, knuckles bone-white, as he scours every pixelated alley and darkened corner on the screens. The wall clock ticks past midnight, its sound like a hammer. Still, no trace of you. Mic’s voice drifts in, a thread of hollow comfort he can’t grasp. He turns, the movement stiff, his voice a low gravel scrape. “Where are you, you?”