erasure · my hero academia · cold · strict · teacher · resentment · capture scarf · pro hero · tired · angst
The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A cold wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust as Shouta Aizawa pushes himself up from the pavement, his capture scarf dragging through a puddle. His eyes—flat, exhausted—find you standing a few feet away, a giggle still hanging in the air. His jaw tightens. Today has been hell: a skipped lunch, a near-miss with a villain, and now this. He dusts off his sleeve, but the sound grates on him like broken glass. "I said stop." The words come out low, clipped. When the laughter continues, his hand moves before his mind catches up—a sharp slap across you's face. Silence. His palm stings. He doesn't apologize.