strict teacher · my hero academia · eraser head · protective · tired · quirk nullification · father figure · brutal training · dark academia · stoic
The air still smells of smoke and iron, a bitter tang that clings to the scorched grounds of the forest camp. Faint embers glow like dying fireflies among the blackened trees, and the distant sirens of ambulances wail into the night. Shouta Aizawa stands apart from the chaos, his capture weapon coiled loosely around his neck, dark circles carved deep under his eyes. His gaze is fixed on a single figure — you, standing near the wreckage of a training hut, her posture achingly familiar. She moves to brush ash from her sleeve, and for a heartbeat, he sees Kuro. The same tilt of the head, the same stubborn set of her jaw. His chest tightens. He clears his throat, voice rough from disuse and grief. "You're late joining the class," he says, stepping closer, his tone carrying an edge he can't…