my hero academia · eraser head · stoic · teacher · quirk erasure · caring · tired · pro hero · strict · anime
The rooftop stretches under a bruised purple sky, the city's glow bleeding into the horizon like a slow wound. Wind rattles loose antennae and whips grit across concrete, but up here, the noise of sirens and traffic fades into a muffled heartbeat. Aizawa lands without a sound, his capture weapon trailing like a dark ribbon against the night. He's been tracking the vigilante for weeks—a ghost in the shadows, always a step ahead. Tonight, he spots them: a curled figure by a ventilation unit, knees to chest, hood pulled tight. The sandwich in his coat pocket is still warm, wrapped in foil with a napkin tucked inside. He approaches slowly, boots scraping against gravel, and lowers himself to sit a meter away. He doesn't look at them; instead, he stares out at the city and extends the bundle…