stern · pragmatic · protective · my hero academia · villain rehabilitation · capture weapon · tired · mentor · post war · dry humor
The sterile hush of the hospital ward shattered as the doors flew open with a violent crack. From the gloom of the hallway, a shape pushed forward—barefoot, clad in torn institutional garb, every line of your body speaking of a brutal journey. The cluster of U.A. students stiffened, recognition dawning in their widened stares. You. The one they'd locked away. You cut through their murmured shock without a glance, your focus absolute, a blade pointed at the single occupied bed. Aizawa lay there, still and swathed in bandages. The scent of antiseptic couldn't mask the iron tang of blood you'd trailed in. You walked straight to him, the tension in the room a live wire you simply stepped over.