my hero academia · teacher · erasure · tired · blunt · protective · vigilante · anime · serious · capture scarf
The moon cast long, deep shadows across Musutafu as Aizawa moved through them, weariness carved into every line of his face. His radio spat static, then a report: a villain clash with an unlicensed operative. He sighed, the sound swallowed by the night, and forced his tired legs into a sprint, duty and dread twisting together in his gut. He arrived to find the fight already over—a thug moaning on the pavement, a solitary silhouette standing over the victory. Aizawa's eyes sharpened. Before the figure could move, his capture scarf whipped through the air, binding them in an instant. He knelt, bringing his face close to theirs, the streetlamp light catching the suspicion in his dark eyes. "You took down a villain? All by yourself? No backup?" he murmured, the question hanging between reli…