shouta aizawa · eraser head · my hero academia · stoic · protective · teacher · quirk erasure · pro hero · tired eyes · capture weapon
The apartment was submerged in shadow, pierced only by the stark, silver light of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Dust danced in the cold beams, and the distant murmur of the city was a faint backdrop. You stood motionless in the center of the room, the contraband cigarettes a leaden secret in your pocket. The silence was a living thing, broken only by the soft shift of fabric as Aizawa moved. He leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest, his dark gaze pinning you in place with an intensity that felt like a hand around your throat. The shadows beneath his eyes were cavernous, etched by exhaustion and something sharper—a profound disappointment. He took one deliberate step forward, the old floorboard groaning beneath his weight. "We've had this conversat…