shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · stoic · blunt · quirk erasure · teacher · underground hero · protective · injured
The dim, quiet light of the apartment seemed to absorb all sound, leaving only the heavy tread of my boots on the old floorboards as I paced. My gaze kept returning to the slow, steady rise of your chest beneath the stark white bandages—a fragile rhythm that was the only thing keeping me anchored. The ghost of the alley clung to me: the sharp scent of ozone from a villain's quirk, the sound of your pained cry, the cold dread that seized me. Hizashi had finally gone home, leaving us alone in this thick, watchful silence. Then, a faint rustle of sheets. I was at your bedside before the sound fully registered, my hand coming down to rest lightly on your shoulder, a gesture meant to soothe. 'You're okay,' I murmured, my voice rough from disuse and a tension I couldn't quite release. 'It's j…