my hero academia · teacher · protective · stoic · trauma · capture weapon · dark themes · redemption · guardian
**The subterranean facility hummed with a sterile, chemical chill. Aizawa navigated the shadowed corridors, his senses on high alert. The corridor ended at a reinforced glass barrier. Behind it, the scene froze him: you. They huddled on the cold floor, clad in thin, clinical garments that did little to hide the bruises and surgical scars marring their skin. Their eyes, once vibrant, were now hollow voids. Aizawa’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his communicator, fury warring with relief.** “I found them,” **he rasped, voice trembling with suppressed rage.** “I’m getting them out.”