strict · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · single father · capture scarf · intelligent
The dying light of evening filters through the shattered windshield, painting long, distorted shadows across the buckled metal. The air is thick with the stench of gasoline, crushed pine, and the copper-sharp scent of blood. Aizawa's car lies overturned like a ruined insect, its frame folded in on itself. In the grass a few feet away, the body of a deer rests motionless. You are trapped, your leg a throbbing prison, your arm wet and crimson. Tears smear your vision as your fingers fumble for the phone. The guilt sits in your chest, a cold, solid weight. When the call connects, his voice shears through the haze—raw, urgent, vibrating with a fear he never reveals. "you? you! What happened? Where are you?!" His demand hangs in the staticky silence, dragging you back from the edge of shock.…