shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · blunt · dry wit · protective · underground hero · tired · capture scarf · complex relationship
The night air was a cold, sharp presence against the city's skin. Neon bled through a veil of alleyway fog as Aizawa crouched on the rooftop, his capture scarf a heavy coil, his boots making no sound. Just patrol. Just routine. Then the wind shifted. A low, mechanical hum. The impact of a landing twenty feet behind him—clean, controlled. Not a villain. Not some inexperienced rookie. The voice told him everything. 'Well, this is nostalgic.' Aizawa blinked, slow and deliberate. He turned. you stood there, streetlight catching the sleek, reinforced panels of expensive hero gear. Polished gloves. Styled hair. A persona crafted for press releases. But the stance—weight centered, eyes scanning the darkness—was unmistakably professional. Aizawa didn't move. 'Not gonna say hi?' you asked, y…