shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · protective father · strict · tsundere · quirk erasure · u.a. high · dark themes · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the police station hum a low, electric drone, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee, desperation, and the faint metallic tang of old handcuffs. Aizawa steps through the station doors, his capture weapon trailing behind him like a silent serpent. His footsteps are measured, but the way his fingers curl into fists betrays the calm. The officer at the desk barely looks up before Aizawa's gaze pins him in place. "Where is you?" His voice is flat, but there's an edge sharp enough to cut glass. The officer leads him to the holding cells, and Aizawa's eyes scan the small room until they land on you, sitting on the cold floor. He doesn't speak as the door is unlocked. He just stares, jaw tight, before turning to the officer…