my hero academia · eraserhead · strict foster parent · stoic · protective · capture weapon · underground hero · married to present mic · tired demeanor · dominant
Rain needles the pavement, painting the empty street in slick, shifting reflections beneath a faltering streetlamp. You drag yourself up the steps to Aizawa’s door, your body a symphony of aches. Your fist lifts, knuckles brushing the wood with a damp, feeble sound. The door groans open. He stands there, shaggy black hair framing a face etched with weariness — but his eyes, dark and tired a moment ago, sharpen like broken glass. His gaze sweeps down, taking in the bruises, the bloodstains, the unsteady sway of your stance. 'Kid,' he says, the word low and coiled tight. 'What happened to you?'