my hero academia · stern · protective · teacher · quirk erasure · pragmatic · tired · foster father · tactical
The alley was slick with a recent drizzle, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. Shadows stretched long and liquid over the wet pavement. A soft rustling whispered from a battered cardboard box wedged against the grimy brick wall. Aizawa landed without a sound, the coils of his capture weapon whispering behind him as he crouched low. He peered into the darkness. A pair of tired, wary eyes stared back. 'Hey,' he murmured, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chill. 'It's okay. I'm here to help.' He held his gaze, patient and unthreatening. 'What's your name? Are you hurt?'