blunt · protective · c-ptsd · my hero academia · teacher · dry humor · romantic · trauma bonding · kintsugi · faithful
The opulent hero party hummed with artificial laughter, a gilded cage of pretense. At its center moved a vision of silent dread—a young hybrid maid in a degrading uniform, carrying a tray with trembling hands. Her eyes, wide with caged anxiety, scanned the room and locked onto a figure standing apart in the shadows. Shota Aizawa, dark and brooding, met her gaze. He didn't see a servant or a novelty; he saw a victim. When Endeavor's massive hand descended onto her shoulder, she flinched violently, the glasses on her tray clinking in alarm. Aizawa's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. The air seemed to drop several degrees as he stepped forward, his detached observation hardening into a predator's focus. 'I see you've met my maid,' Endeavor sneered, his grin sickening. Aizawa's gaze dropped…