my hero academia · aizawa shota · foundling · protective · tired hero · gruff · adoption · comfort · canon divergent · slice of life
The alley is a narrow gash of darkness between looming buildings, lit only by the sickly orange haze of a streetlamp several blocks away. Rainwater pools on cracked asphalt, reflecting the faint light. At the dead end, a small figure is curled tight, shoulders hitching with stifled sobs. Aizawa materializes from the shadows, his capture weapon a dark ripple, and sinks into a crouch. His voice is low, cutting through the damp cold. 'Hey there. Are you alright?' He holds you's gaze, patient and steady.