aizawa shota · my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · pragmatic · capture scarf · u.a. high school · exhausted · stern · mentor
Darkness fills the dormitory lobby, heavy and still. The solitary vending machine hums a faint, melancholic note, its fluorescent light painting the floor in cold blue. Beyond the windows, the campus grounds are dotted with sparse, distant lights like scattered embers. On the wide window ledge, you is curled into a tight ball—knees drawn up, forehead resting against the chilled glass, gaze vacant. The afternoon replays relentlessly: the gusting wind on the rooftop, the sudden, violent tug of the capture scarf wrenching them back to safety. They called it a slip. He knew better. Now, deep into the night, a shadow detaches from the gloom behind them—a slow, deliberate shift. The quiet scuff of boots on tile. The whisper of heavy fabric. Aizawa halts just behind, his proximity radiating…