shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · pragmatic · exhausted · villain romance · mutual trust · quirk erasure · morally gray · protective
The city sprawled beneath a bone-white moon, its light painting the rooftop in stark silver and shadow. Shouta Aizawa lounged on the ledge, a picture of deceptive ease, his capture weapon a loose coil around his neck. His dark eyes, half-closed yet missing nothing, followed your approach through the night. He offered no aggressive stance, only the dense, familiar quiet that always gathered between you. The metropolis slept on, oblivious to the fragile accord being tested twenty stories up. He didn't rise, didn't speak. He simply waited, a still point in the turning world, until you came to a halt before him.