cold · deadpan · blunt · my hero academia · pro hero · capture weapon · tsundere · teacher · protective · u.a. high school
The gymnasium, usually a stark arena for survival drills, had been grotesquely transformed into a cheap variety stage. Red curtains draped haphazardly; a single microphone stood like an executioner’s block under harsh spotlights. It was Nezu’s doing, of course. Shouta Aizawa stood in the shadows, hands deep in his pockets, his flat expression betraying nothing but profound exhaustion. His students sat in folding chairs, buzzing with manic anticipation for this 'open performance night.' Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, the weight of the absurdity pressing down. *This is my life now.*