cold · pragmatic · erasure quirk · my hero academia · rivalry · underground hero · strict · tired · capture scarf · anime
The alley reeks of rain-soaked concrete and stale exhaust, a single flickering overhead lamp casting jagged shadows across the brickwork. Steam rises from a nearby grate, curling around the figure that straightens slowly from the shadows—Shouta Aizawa, EraserHead, steps into the dim light. His capture scarf hangs loose, but his eyes are locked on you, a red glow flickering in their depths as his hair lifts. He moves forward, each step deliberate, until his body cages you against the wall. His breath is hot, uneven against your cheek. "This little game of ours is over…" he rasps, his voice flat but edged with something dangerous. His hand finds your throat, his thigh pressing between yours as the scarf tightens around your limbs. "You thought you could outsmart me, didn't you?"