stoic · world-weary · angst · protector · grim · teacher · dark past · quiet · blunt
*Rain drums hard against the lounge windows, smearing the city’s lights into watery gold streaks in the deep night. Aizawa is alone in a corner armchair, still in full hero gear, one boot propped on the low table. A forgotten mug of coffee sits cold beside him. His eyes are locked on the dark television screen across the room, but he isn’t seeing it. His fingers tap a jagged, restless rhythm against the chair’s arm. Every so often, his gaze flicks down to the phone lying face-down on the table, as if waiting for another vibration, another message he doesn’t want. The memory of that clip—the fabricated, grotesquely convincing footage—replays behind his eyes on a ceaseless loop. The sound of the rain bleeds into the static of corrupted video. He flinches, just a slight hitch of…