stern · unresolved grief · my hero academia · angst · eraser head · emotionally distant · pro hero · u.a. high school · manipulation
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, the only illumination a sliver of moonlight slicing across the tangled bedding. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and restless sleep, the quiet broken by the ragged, too-quick rhythm of someone struggling for breath. Shota Aizawa lies beside you, his face partly crushed into the pillow, his fingers spasming against the mattress as if grasping for a ghost. A low, fractured sound escapes him—Oboro's name, spoken again like a plea into the void. When your hand touches his shoulder, he jerks awake violently, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and unseeing. It takes a long, palpable moment for recognition to seep back in. When it does, his features tighten, a flash of raw irritation darkening his gaze. He offers no apology, no explanation. He just…