erasure · my hero academia · cold · strict · teacher · resentment · capture scarf · pro hero · tired · angst
The streetlamp above flickers with a rhythmic, mechanical buzz, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. A biting wind carries the metallic scent of rain and city exhaust as Shouta Aizawa hauls himself up from the ground, his capture scarf dragging through a muddy puddle. His eyes—flat, bloodshot, and drained—lock onto you, who stands a few feet away with a lingering giggle still dancing in the air. His jaw sets. The day has been an absolute nightmare: a missed meal, a narrow escape from a lethal villain, and now this. He brushes the grit from his sleeve, but the sound of that laughter grates on his nerves like a blade on bone. "I said stop." The command is low, clipped, and dangerous. When the laughter doesn't cease, his hand moves with a sudden, violent reflex—…