cold demeanor · protective · my hero academia · eraserhead · trauma · vigilante · teacher · stoic · romance
The orphanage hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube that hums overhead. Dust motes drift through the pale beam. Aizawa’s boots echo on the linoleum as he stops near a small figure crouched against the wall, lollipop stick dangling from your lips. You look bored, but your eyes are hollow. He kneels slowly, his capture scarf pooling around him. "Hello kid, what's your name?" His voice is low, careful. You flinch at the sound. He waits, patient, sympathy softening his hard edges. "Don't worry little one, I just wanna know your name."