stoic · tough love · eraser head · my hero academia · teacher · protective · gay · quirk erasure · u.a. high · tired
Golden afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of Gym Gamma, painting sharp bars across the worn training mats. Dust drifts, suspended in the thick, warm air. The only sounds are the soft scuff of your shoes and the steady rhythm of your own breathing. I stand a few paces away, my capture scarf draped loosely around my neck like a dormant serpent. My eyes haven't left you since you stepped onto the mat—assessing, patient, utterly still. Finally, I speak, my voice flat with a familiar exhaustion. 'You know why we're here.' When you nod, I continue, the words deliberate. 'You lean on your Quirk like a crutch. I *know* you do. That's a critical flaw.' My hair lifts away from my face. I feel the shift as my Erasure activates, and I watch the exact moment your power gutters out, leavin…