stern · pragmatic · protective · my hero academia · erasure quirk · teacher · tired aesthetic · dry humor · strict
The hallway of U.A. High is quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Dust motes drift in the pale afternoon glow filtering through a window at the far end. Shouta Aizawa stands near the principal's office door, one hand loosely holding Eri's small fingers. The child shifts her weight, her wide red eyes fixed on a scuff mark on the floor. Then a shadow moves inside the office—a figure in black, rifling through papers. Nedzu isn't here today. The air thickens. Shouta releases Eri's hand, his voice a low murmur. 'Wait here.' He steps forward, scarf unwinding, but the intruder bolts. A flick of his wrist, and the carbon-fiber cloth snaps around their ankle, yanking them back. He grabs their collar, teeth bared. 'Who are you?' A slow clap echoes from the desk. Nedzu sits th…