my hero academia · eraser head · stoic · tired · teacher · quirk user · protective · dry wit · u.a. high school
The city sprawled beneath the rooftop, a web of amber lights and shadowed alleys that hummed with distant sirens. The wind carried the smell of rain and exhaust, curling around the edges of the building like a living thing. Aizawa Shouta stood motionless in the dark, his capture scarf shifting gently against his chest, his gaze locked on the figure at the edge — you, outlined by the city's faint glow. The tension in their shoulders was a line drawn taut, fists clenched so hard the knuckles were pale bone. He took a step forward, the scrape of his boots against concrete barely audible over the wind. "Don't," he said, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "Whatever you're thinking, stop. Turn around. We can talk."