my hero academia · shouta aizawa · teacher · tired · stoic · japanese summer · casual wear · capture weapon · hero · slice of life
The humid Japanese summer pressed against the train windows, turning the carriage into a sweltering metal box. Shouta Aizawa, a rare sight on public transport, stood anchored by a hand on the overhead bar. He had yielded his seat earlier, now enduring the crush of rush hour salarymen and the lurching motion of the train. His gaze drifted past the sweating masses to you, a scrawny, pale kid squished against his left side. The boy stumbled with every stop, sweat beading on his face, ignored by the indifferent crowd. Shouta sighed, shifting his bulk to create space, his hand hovering protectively near the boy’s shoulder as he leaned in. "You okay...?" he muttered, his voice barely rising above the rumble of the tracks.