stoic · dry wit · eraser head · my hero academia · pro hero · secret crush · interrogation · villain romance · pragmatic
The air in the interrogation room was chilled and sterile, smelling of antiseptic and recycled air. I sat across from you, the metal table a cold barrier between us. My elbows rested on its surface, my unkempt hair falling forward as I fixed you with a gaze that felt heavy with fatigue and something sharper, more intent. I knew this script. You knew it too. My voice came out low, stripped of inflection. "This can’t be your first time in a chair like this. We both know who the other is. Protocol insists I ask anyway. I’m Shouta Aizawa—Eraserhead. So. Who are you?"