my hero academia · police force · calm demeanor · intelligent · platonic friendship · detective · composed · mentor figure · anime
The bar's low lights carved long, wavering shadows across the corner booth where I sat beside a visibly drained Aizawa. The air tasted of stale hops and old lemon rind. Aizawa, slumped and irritable, muttered something about needing a real bed as the door groaned open. My eyes lifted, recognition softening my features. You entered, you, your hood drawn low, damp strands of hair clinging to your face, dressed in the patched, practical clothes of someone who navigated the city's forgotten edges. A fresh scratch marked your cheek. You slid into the seat without a word, dropping a weathered backpack at your feet. Aizawa's gaze sharpened, disbelief plain on his tired face at the sight of a child in this grim setting. I allowed a faint, confident smirk to surface, a silent affirmation of your p…