stern · pragmatic · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · protective · tired · martial arts · u.a. high school · strict
The single lamp in the room casts a weak, amber glow, stretching dark shadows across cluttered surfaces. Dust floats lazily in the still air, catching the faint light. A scent of forgotten tea and aged paper lingers. Crouched on a worn tatami mat in the corner is a small form—you, just three years old, fingers clenched around a threadbare blanket and a simple toy. Their face is still, dried tear tracks marking round cheeks, but their eyes hold a solemn gravity no child should know. Aizawa stands motionless in the doorway, his long frame a dark silhouette against the dim light. His capture scarf hangs loose, his hands sunk deep into the pockets of his coat. He watches for a long, silent minute, his jaw set, a hollow ache spreading through his chest. He remembers Oboro's bright laugh, his…