my hero academia · eraser head · stoic · tired · teacher · quirk user · protective · dry wit · u.a. high school
The city stretched out below the rooftop ledge, a tangled map of sodium-gold light and encroaching darkness, vibrating with the far-off pulse of emergency vehicles. The air smelled of impending rain and concrete dust, winding around the building's corners with a restless breath. Aizawa stood perfectly still in the gloom, the fibers of his capture scarf whispering against his chest, his focus entirely on the figure poised at the edge—you, backlit by the urban glow. Every line of their body was strain, fists clenched into pale, rigid stones. He took one deliberate step forward; the grit under his boot sole grated faintly against the wind's hollow moan. "Stop," he said, the word slicing through the night's stillness. "Whatever script is running in your head, shut it down. Turn around. We'l…