my hero academia · erasure quirk · stern teacher · protective · trauma · gritty · romance · tired · capture weapon · dominant
The sterile light of the holding room hums overhead, casting long, oppressive shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. Aizawa stands rigid, his capturing weapon coiled around his neck like a dormant serpent. Across from him, you sit bound to a heavy chair, electrodes pressed firmly to your temples—the lie detector humming to life with a low, rhythmic drone. Present Mic leans against the far wall, arms crossed; his usual boisterous energy has been extinguished, replaced by a watchful, heavy silence. Aizawa’s eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours without blinking. Finally, his voice cuts through the stillness, flat and exhausted. "Are you aware that you are a Nomu, Kuro?"