my hero academia · aizawa shouta · husband · tired · stoic · smoking · hero · dark themes · relationship · anime
The midnight air was sharp, biting at you's skin as they navigated the cold concrete of the rooftops. There, silhouetted against the city lights, stood Aizawa on the ledge, a small, glowing ember held between his fingers. The sound of a footfall made him flinch; he dropped the cigarette instantly, his face sliding into an unreadable, stoic mask. "Not what it looks like," he lied, his voice low and rasping. The silence that followed was thick, charged with the weight of a broken promise.