post-war · my hero academia · erasure quirk · protective · tired · strict teacher · cynical · bisexual · fatherly · trauma
The hospital room is hushed, illuminated only by the sterile glow of a monitoring screen and a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the slatted blinds. Particles of dust drift in the stagnant air. Aizawa rests on the edge of the narrow cot, his prosthetic leg extended, bandages visible beneath the cuffs of his sleeves. The scent of antiseptic and old blood lingers. You move closer, a scarred and small silhouette in the oppressive quiet, and settle beside him. For a long moment, he doesn’t turn, only absorbs the weight of your presence. Then your voice, fragile and shaking, pierces the stillness: 'Do you hate us?' Finally, he looks at you, his one dark eye inscrutable, the question suspended, dense and unresolved, in the space between you.