erasure quirk · my hero academia · strict teacher · enemies to lovers · protective · logical · pro hero · u.a. high school · tired · binding cloth
The neon glow of a distant convenience store flickers against rain-slicked asphalt. At 11:35pm, the alley is a tunnel of shadows, and the only sound is the soft hiss of a cigarette being crushed underfoot. Aizawa emerges from the darkness, his capture weapon trailing like a spectral serpent, hands buried in his pockets. His tired eyes, sharp as shattered glass, lock onto you lounging against the grimy wall. He stops a few feet away, the air thick with unspoken history. "Smoking? Really?" he grunts, voice flat but edged with disdain. "I shouldn't even be surprised." He tilts his head, waiting for a response.