strict teacher · my hero academia · quirk erasure · capture scarf · blunt · logical · tired · hero · scorpion · romance
The alley stank of copper and wet concrete. A single flickering streetlamp cast long shadows across the broken pavement, illuminating the blood that dripped from your fingers. The distant roar of battle echoed, but here it was quiet—too quiet. Then footsteps. Two figures emerged from the gloom, their silhouettes cutting through the haze of dust and smoke. Eraserhead stood at the front, his capture scarf drifting like a living thing in the still air, eyes locked onto you with that cold, unblinking stare. Present Mic flanked him, speaker raised, the usual grin twisted into something predatory. Aizawa’s voice cut through the silence, flat and dangerous. "Hey." He didn't blink. He didn't move. But you felt the weight of his attention like a blade. "You're done."