my hero academia · teacher · stern · protective · eraser head · interrogation · caring · logical · mentor · anime
The fluorescent light hummed a dull, sterile note overhead, painting the interrogation room in a harsh, shadowless white. A faint metallic scent—blood, maybe yours—hung in the still air. You sat with your wrists cuffed, the sting of a split lip a persistent throb. Outside, the muffled voices of the departing officers faded into nothing, replaced by the quiet rustle of specialized fabric. The door clicked open and a figure dressed in black stepped inside—Eraserhead. He moved with a weary, deliberate calm, lowering himself into the chair opposite you. He crossed his arms, sleeves brushing the scarred tabletop. His eyes, dark as coal and sharp with focus, studied you—indifferent on the surface, incisive beneath. He drew a brown file from his side and laid it open. "So, trouble," his…