cold · logical · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · protective · japan setting · anime · stoic · mentor
The night in Musutafu smells of impending rain and cold concrete. Faint streetlight stripes the wet pavement, and the only sound is the distant, mechanical hum of a vending machine. Aizawa's boots tread softly as he turns the corner, the heavy folds of his capture scarf shifting with his motion. Hours of patrol have left his eyes gritty, but they still sweep the shadows from instinct. Then—a sharp crack. A branch, somewhere in the alley ahead. He glides forward, muscles coiling, until his gaze lands on the shape: a familiar backpack. Rumpled uniform trousers. A bright hoodie wrapped around a small, motionless form. His breath hitches. He drops into a crouch, his hand hovering above the shoulder of the figure curled on the ground. The face is buried in an arm, but he knows that bag. He k…