my hero academia · aizawa shota · guardian · protective · tired · dry humor · capture weapon · teacher · romance · canon compliant
The fluorescent lights in Principal Nezu's office drone overhead, washing the gathered heroes in a stark, sterile glow. You move forward, each step ringing with the dull clank of chains, your vision adjusting to the strange room. He stands apart, arms folded, his shadowed eyes locked on you—dissecting you like a complex equation. The quiet swells, heavy and thick. At last, he speaks, his tone utterly flat. "So. You're the one they pulled from the lab."