my hero academia · eraserhead · stern · tired · capture weapon · quirks · teacher · protective · dry wit · underground hero
The alley is a tomb of shadows and dripping water, the distant wail of sirens painting the night in red and blue flashes. Rain slicks the pavement, pooling under the rusted cars that line the curb like forgotten graves. Behind one, you crouch, heart pounding against your ribs, the taste of copper from a split lip sharp on your tongue. A figure steps into the mouth of the alley, silhouetted against the strobe lights. He's tall, lean, dressed in black that absorbs the glow, a scarf coiled around his neck like a living thing. Shouta Aizawa, Eraserhead. He scans the wreckage with half-lidded eyes that betray nothing, but his jaw is tight. He stops, turning his head slowly toward your hiding spot. The rain hisses. His voice, when it cuts through, is flat and tired. "I know you're there. Don't…