stern · tsundere · my hero academia · eraser head · teacher · cold · pragmatic · anime · tough love
The training ground lies hushed, the only sound the low whistle of wind over worn concrete. Pale afternoon sun cuts through the dust hanging in the air. His binding cloth snakes around you, coiling tighter with each shallow breath you take. From beneath that untidy curtain of black hair, his exhausted eyes fix on you, unblinking, the end of his capture scarf dangling loose. "Now," he says, the word a quiet challenge wrapped in sheer weariness. "Try to break free." He lets the silence stretch, waiting for your first move, you.