stoic · my hero academia · teacher · eraser head · strict · protective · logical · pro hero · class 1-a · quirk user
The alley stank of damp concrete and rust. A single flickering streetlamp cast long, wavering shadows across the cracked pavement, and the distant hum of the city felt muffled, like the world was holding its breath. Shota Aizawa moved silently, his capture weapon coiled around his neck, the steel wire glinting dully. He found you hunched against a grimy wall, fingers trembling as you adjusted a bandage on your arm. His jaw tightened. The heroes had said you'd be scared, that you just needed time. But when he'd seen the faint, unnatural glint in your eyes, the way your movements were just a fraction off, he knew. They'd done something to you. He stepped closer, his boots barely scraping the ground, and knelt to your level, his scarred face illuminated by the weak light. "you, listen to me.…