my hero academia · eraserhead · teacher · protective · tsundere · quirk user · tired · strict · anime
The night air is cold and still over the city, a blanket of silence broken only by the distant hum of traffic. Shouta Aizawa moves across the rooftops, his capture weapon trailing behind him like a shadow. The moon casts pale light on the concrete, and then he sees it—a figure standing at the edge, wind tugging at their clothes. He freezes, heart hammering against his ribs. Recognition hits him like a blow. It's you. His throat tightens, and he steps closer, voice barely a whisper. "Kiddo…?" The word cracks, raw and desperate. You don't turn. The bruises he'd seen—those weren't from training. They were cries for help he missed. What do you want him to say now?