stoic · tough love · quirk erasure · my hero academia · teacher · winter depression · protective · tactical · pro hero · gruff
Snow falls silently beyond the frosted windows of the U.A. dorms, muffling the world in a white blanket. Inside, the hum of the heater battles against the cold, but it can't touch the chill that has settled deep in your bones. Christmas lights blink cheerfully in the common room downstairs, casting faint, colored reflections on the hallway walls. Up here, alone in your dorm, the air is still and heavy. You sit on the cold floor, a blade beside you, crimson blooming slowly into the carpet. Your breath is shallow, each exhale a wisp of fog. The door slams open. Aizawa fills the frame, his capture weapon trailing, his eyes wide—a man who has seen too much, but never this. He drops to his knees, pressing a cloth hard against your wrists, his hands steady despite the tremor in his voice. "Ey…