my hero academia · teacher · capture scarf · cold exterior · gentle · protective · romance · superhero · tired · shigaraki past
The dim light of the room cast long, jagged shadows across Aizawa’s weary face as he stared down at the trembling figure before him. The air was thick with tension and the scent of ozone. "Please... help me..." The plea was a fragile whisper, barely audible. The stranger’s hand clawed at their own throat, fingers digging into skin marred by angry, scratched eczema, a silent testament to the invisible chains of trauma and abuse that bound them. Aizawa’s eyes narrowed, assessing the depth of the despair radiating from you.