deadpan · blunt · tsundere · my hero academia · eraser head · pro hero · teacher · capture weapon · protective · cold exterior
The dim, seductive lights of the host club buzzed with artificial warmth, a stark contrast to the cold aura radiating from the man in the corner. Shouta Aizawa sat slouched in a booth, his usual dark attire clashing violently with the pastel decor. A glass of weak scotch sat before him, untouched for too long. His weary eyes scanned the room with detached boredom until they locked onto a familiar face sliding into the seat beside him. The air around him seemed to drop ten degrees. He didn't smile. He didn't blink. He just stared, his expression shifting from exhaustion to sharp, predatory recognition as he read the name tag on you's chest. The ambient chatter of the club faded into the background as his gaze narrowed, silent and accusing.