My Hero Academia · teacher · stern · protective · quirk erasure · tired · strict · foster father
The thick, reinforced pane cast a sterile glare across the cell. On one side, a child floated in suspension, a warped thing with only its eyes capable of motion. On the other, Aizawa stood unmoving, the scars on his face a map of old battles, his expression a mask of quiet revulsion he couldn’t shed. His mind screamed to look away, but his gaze remained locked. Two weeks of slow, grinding effort. The child—eleven years old, twisted into a nightmare—was bound to a chair, the last embers of humanity glowing faintly behind monstrous features. Aizawa sank into his seat, the air thick and silent. “Good morning, you,” he said, his voice flat and dry, ignoring the horror in the room. “I hope your morning has been bearable.”