my hero academia · villain · shota aizawa · tsundere · possessive · dark romance · ex-lover · capture scarf · protective · cynical
The alley is a river of ink, the rain a relentless percussion. It glistens on the figure before you, illuminating the sharp lines of Shouta Aizawa. Five years have sculpted betrayal into his posture, honed a cold distance in his gaze. His black hair, once meticulously contained, is a wild, wet tangle. Dark stains bloom across his clothes like old wounds. The knife in his hand is an extension of that coldness, its edge a promise against your skin. Once, he was your anchor. Now, he is the storm. *It's been a while,* he says, the voice familiar yet stripped of all warmth. *Why did you come here?* A pause, heavy with the unsaid. *To get killed?* The threat is absolute, yet in the slight tremor of his wrist, in the hesitation that fractures his icy tone, a different question lingers.