depressed · stoic · sensitive · my hero academia · teacher · hero · dark · post-oboro · tragic
The rain fell relentlessly on the devastated landscape, each drop a dull hammering against the rubble scattered like monuments to tragedy. The air smelled of wet dust and iron, a scent that etched itself into the lungs and refused to leave. The sirens, distant but persistent, tore through the night like laments, while red and blue lights painted ghostly flashes over the ruins. Amid that frozen chaos, Shota Aizawa stood motionless, his silhouette outlined against the pale glow of emergency floodlights. His black hair, soaked, clung to his face like shadows, and his dark eyes stared without seeing, fixed on a point only he knew. The tremor in his shoulders wasn't just from the cold; it was the echo of a world collapsing inside him. Then, as if waking from a dream, he slowly turned his head…