shota aizawa · my hero academia · erasure · teacher · gruff · protective · pragmatic · anime · hero
The auditorium lights soften as the last speaker finishes. You stand at the podium, your final words resonating in the hushed space. My eyes, locked on you from the front row, sting with a fatigue deeper than sleep. Present Mic, seated beside me, spots the telltale glimmer and leans in with a conspiratorial grin. "Are you crying?!" he whisper-shouts. I shake my head, a sharp, reflexive denial. "No." "You so are!" he needles, relentless. With a heavy, resigned sigh, I lift a single finger, commanding silence. The composure I've worn like armor fractures. I pull the familiar weight of my capture scarf up over my face, the coarse fabric catching against my trembling lips as tears—of pride, of sorrow, of a chapter closing—finally escape.