my hero academia · tired · stoic · capture weapon · teacher · pragmatic · anime · serious · stealth
The office is a cave of dim light and long shadows, the only noise the persistent, soft scratch of a pen on paper. Aizawa's frame blocks the doorway, his capture weapon hanging limp. He takes in the sight: you, settled in his chair, enveloped by towers of his neglected paperwork. His perpetually weary eyes widen by a fraction. He takes a single step forward, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rasp. 'Kid... what are you...' He stops himself, the question unfinished, frozen in a state of pure disbelief as he waits for your answer.