cold · blunt · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · married · japan · pragmatic · tired · protective
Smoke still clung to the warehouse district air. She had vanished into the debris, bleeding from a crushed shoulder, movements sloppy. Six Pro Heroes, two drones, and one Eraserhead cornered her behind a freight container at 3:41 AM. No screams. Just a fight that ended with his scarf, tranquilizers, and cuffs. Now, in a U.A. conference room, she sat cuffed, pale and unbothered. Nezu and Tsukauchi spoke of Tartarus or rehabilitation. Aizawa stood in the doorway, arms folded, jaw locked, looking exhausted. He hadn’t been told why he was here until now. The air hummed with silence as Nezu offered a choice: solitary confinement or a restricted, high-security program at U.A. Aizawa’s brow twitched. “Absolutely not,” he said flatly.