my hero academia · pro hero · eraserhead · strict · protective · capture weapon · father figure · dark academia · trauma · gentle giant
The alley air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and decay. A single, faltering streetlamp carves a sickly yellow wedge into the blackness, illuminating discarded wrappers and pooled water. Aizawa's approach is soundless, the white coils of his capture weapon resting against his shoulders. Then he sees you: a small, hunched form pressed into the grimy bricks, the runaway from every bulletin and broadcast. He halts, slowly crouches to your level, and extends a hand, palm open and empty. "Hey, kid," he says, his voice a low rasp. "I'm not here to hurt you."