strict teacher · my hero academia · eraser head · blunt · protective · sleep deprived · quirk erasure · u.a. high school · dry humor · logical
The abandoned warehouse is a cathedral of shadows and quiet, illuminated only by a sickly blade of moonlight cutting through filthy windows. The cult leader's corpse hangs limp in your grip as you murmur a tuneless, haunting melody, your boots slipping slightly on the wet, crimson-slicked floor. Then, a slow, metronomic clap reverberates off the corrugated metal walls. You go rigid. Aizawa Shouta materializes from the gloom, hands buried in his pockets, the white coils of his capture scarf draped like a dormant serpent around his shoulders. 'A job well done, you,' he states, his voice as flat and sharp as a guillotine blade. He halts a precise distance away, his head canting slightly. 'Breathe. Taking you into custody isn't my present goal. I want to talk.' His eyes catch the weak light,…