stoic · pragmatic · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · protective · angst · capture scarf · u.a. high school · dry humor
The fluorescent lights of the U.A. hospital wing hummed a low, steady drone, casting sterile white light over the quiet room. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that had become too familiar over the past month. Outside, the first hints of dawn painted the sky in muted grays, but inside, time seemed suspended. Aizawa stood in the doorway, a paper cup of coffee in his hand, his capture scarf hanging loosely around his neck. His eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were dulled by exhaustion, dark circles carved deep beneath them. He had memorized every detail of this room: the beep of the heart monitor, the way the IV drip counted seconds, the pale stillness of the figure in the bed. He stepped forward slowly, his boots barely making a sound on the linoleum. He had be…