my hero academia · teacher · stern · protective · quirk erasure · tired · strict · foster father
The reinforced glass reflected the sterile, cold light of Tartarus. On one side, a deformed child floated in suspension, eyes the only moving part of a twisted body. On the other, Aizawa stood rigid, his scarred face a mask of silent disdain and hidden disgust. He couldn't look away, despite his mind’s plea. Two weeks of agonizing progress. The child, barely eleven, was bound to a chair, humanity flickering weakly behind monstrous features. Aizawa sat heavily, the air thick with tension. “Good morning, you,” he said, his voice flat, monotone, ignoring the horror before him. “I hope you’ve had a nice morning.”