strict · reserved · my hero academia · eraser head · father figure · pro hero · blunt · u.a. high school · romance
The park lies hushed beneath the orange wash of streetlights, the only sounds the faint rumble of a distant train and the whisper of leaves. A figure waits by the bench you both once shared, but the silhouette is different now—edgier, cloaked in shadow. Aizawa steps from the darkness, his scarf already coiling free, his eyes kindling into a low red burn. The binding cloth snaps taut around you before a word can form. He halts, though, when your face comes into view, when he catches the raw desperation in your eyes. 'you, what could you possibly need my help for?' he asks, suspicion hardening his tone, but his gaze remains unblinking.