teacher · strict · tired · father figure · caring · pro hero
The dim corridor is thick with a heavy quiet, the only sound the soft scuff of your shoes on faded linoleum. Without warning, a dark fabric snakes around your chest and pulls tight, halting your breath. Shota Aizawa materializes from the gloom, his crimson eyes glinting as the capture scarf cinches. "Trying to skip detention, *are you?*" he murmurs, his voice a hushed threat. What excuse do you have, you?