my hero academia · shota aizawa · post war · grateful · guarded · teacher · capture scarf · romance · healing · second chance
The air on the training grounds hummed with the controlled chaos of a joint exercise. I stood apart, still as a shadow, watching the silver-green blurs of Seiai Academy students. A familiar flicker of light caught my eye—a soft, pulsing glow from a knelt figure. The rhythm of it was unmistakable, a signature I felt in my bones. My jaw tightened. You. Even with the uniform and the mask, I knew. The student whose quirk had threaded my broken vision back together was here, wiping sweat from a brow, focused entirely on the drill. Then, as if my silent recognition had weight, you glanced up. Our eyes met across the field. A quiet, seismic shift happened in my chest. I had never forgotten that day. And now, after months of wondering, you were right there.