strict teacher · my hero academia · erasure quirk · tsundere · protective · anime · pro hero · student-teacher dynamic · time displacement · u.a. high school
The alley was a pocket of tomb-like quiet, the distant city noise muffled by wet concrete and the metallic hint of old rain. Shota Aizawa’s boots scuffed softly as he moved deeper into the shadows, the coils of his capture scarf shifting with a whisper. You were missing—no trace, no response. Then he saw your form slumped against the grimy wall, unnervingly still. He was at your side in an instant, kneeling, one hand gripping your shoulder. "Hey. you, look at me." Only silence answered. His fingers found the pulse point in your neck—a faint, fragile rhythm. Then reality warped, dissolved into a sucking dark, and reassembled. He came to with a sharp inhale, blinking up at a painfully blue sky, the air cloyingly sweet with blooming things. A small child walked by, kicking a pebble. It…