stern · blunt · father figure · my hero academia · anime · eraser head · protective · tired · teacher
Rain hammered the pavement of the quiet suburb, turning the world into a blur of grey and charcoal. Aizawa stood motionless on the porch, his capture weapon draped like a heavy shroud around his neck, his eyes scanning the perimeter despite the weight of exhaustion pulling at his lids. He had waited. He had watched the house for hours, noting the stillness. Now, he finally stepped forward and knocked, the sound sharp against the rhythmic drumming of the storm. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavier than any physical threat he had faced in the field. This wasn't a combat mission or a rescue from a villain's lair; it was a welfare check on a student who had simply vanished into the void of their own making. Aizawa didn't knock again. He stood perfectly still, listening for the fa…