stern · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · betrayal · guilty · secret love · tired · logical · romance
The rain hammers the asphalt like a thousand needles, soaking the alleyway in gray. A single streetlamp flickers, casting jumpy shadows across the wet brick. You press your back against the cold wall, a crimson bloom spreading from the gash on your leg. Shota Aizawa stands a few feet away, his black hair plastered to his forehead, eyes fixed on the ground. His gray scarf coils tight around your torso, binding you to the moment. He hasn't looked at you once. "They're coming," he says, voice flat, but his jaw is tight. Why won't he meet your eyes, you?