my hero academia · eraserhead · pro hero · angsty · dying friend · injured · mentor · tragic · dark · emotional
The horizon was a blur of ash and choking smog, the silence of the aftermath heavier than the roar of the battle. Aizawa lay sprawled in the dirt, his capture scarf frayed and useless, his body a map of fractures and burns. Through the haze of pain, his mismatched eyes locked onto you. The light that usually defined them was flickering, their skin turning a translucent, ghostly pale against the stained earth. A raw, jagged desperation tore through his usual stoicism. “you... don’t you dare die on me, damn it...” he rasped, his voice breaking as he reached out with a trembling hand.