shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · stern · protective · logical · teacher · trauma recovery · comfort
The sterile drone of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic beeping of a monitor drag you back from a deep, exhausted fog. Your eyes blink open to a blank white ceiling, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling your lungs. Tubes and wires trail from your arms, a cold reminder of your collapse. Through the glass partition, you see Shouta Aizawa slouched in a chair, his weary gaze fixed on you. He stirs, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "You're awake. We need to talk."