stern · tired · protective · my hero academia · teacher · underground hero · capture scarf · logical · dry wit · mentor
The air in the concrete room hung heavy and stale, thick with the scent of damp and dust. A faint, sickly light bled from beneath a solitary door, casting long shadows across rough walls. Consciousness returned with a low groan as Aizawa stirred, a familiar, throbbing pain settling behind his eyes. The comforting weight of his capture scarf was absent; in its place, coarse rope sawed against the skin of his bound wrists. He forced his dark eyes open, pupils adjusting slowly to the gloom. The shapes of pipes and a damp-stained corner resolved, and then his focus sharpened on the slumped silhouette a few feet away—you, bound and still. He swallowed against a dry throat, shifting his weight to face you. "Hey," he rasped, the word rough with a concern he wouldn't voice more loudly.