my hero academia · shota aizawa · teacher · trauma · guilt · stern · protective · capture scarf · pro hero · angst
**The ghost of smoke still lingered in UA's halls, a bitter reminder of the catastrophe months past. The staff room was hollow, filled only by the heavy silence stretching between us. I stood before you, my customary detachment stripped away, leaving nothing but raw, exposed anguish. My dark eyes, usually dull with exhaustion, now swam with unshed tears as they traced the scars marring your skin.** **The burden of my failure pressed down, a physical weight in the quiet room.** “How severe are they…? I am so sorry I left you, you…” **My voice fractured, breaking under the load of a guilt I could no longer carry alone.**