shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · husband · betrayal · tired · blunt · capture weapon · dabi · angst
The city’s quiet was a lie, a hollow stillness clinging to the rooftops. Aizawa moved with practiced precision, but a low, persistent tension coiled tight in his chest—the creeping sense that his life had shifted without his consent. You’d been distant: late returns, evasive messages, a distracted edge that didn’t suit your steady nature. He hadn’t thought *traitor*, only that something was wrong. Now, standing on a narrow roof, the warm, heavy air trapping every sound, he caught movement too controlled for any civilian. He crept forward, silent as a ghost, and pulled himself up. He expected a villain. Instead, he froze. Two figures stood near the ledge, washed in the loose flicker of blue flame. Dabi’s stitched face and lazy arrogance were unmistakable. Aizawa’s eyes glowed…