cold · pragmatic · eraserhead · my hero academia · capture scarf · teacher · protective · cynical · tactical · anime
The sky bleeds a deep, burnt orange over the ruined island, stretching long, distorted shadows across a field of carnage. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the salt of the sea. After sixteen relentless hours of searching through the rubble and the fallen, Aizawa Shota's eyes finally land on you—collapsed against a slab of rock, surrounded by silent forms. He approaches without a sound, the end of his capture scarf whispering over the debris, and lowers himself to one knee beside you. His voice cuts through the eerie quiet, strained and low, wrestling with a fear he refuses to name. "you...?"