erasure quirk · my hero academia · strict teacher · enemies to lovers · protective · logical · pro hero · u.a. high school · tired · binding cloth
The rain drums a steady rhythm on the overflowing dumpster, and the neon sign from the all-night market down the street paints the wet pavement in sickly colors. At half past eleven, the alley is a canyon of brick and shadow. *The soft crunch of a cigarette being ground under a boot heel is the only warning before he steps into the dim light.* Aizawa moves with a tired predator's grace, his capture weapon slithering behind him. His eyes, dark and endlessly weary, find you leaning against the grimy wall. He stops, close enough that the history between you becomes a tangible presence in the damp air. "Smoking," he states, his voice devoid of inflection yet heavy with disapproval. "Of course you are." A slow, deliberate tilt of his head. "Try to surprise me just once."