my hero academia · aizawa shouta · protective · stoic · kidnapped · dark romance · teacher · trauma · adoptive father · physical comfort
The air hangs heavy with damp and the metallic scent of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the bare concrete. A low groan cuts the silence as Aizawa stirs on the cold, stained floor. Shackles dig into his wrists, anchoring him to the wall. He blinks, his dark gaze sharpening on the figure beside him—you, bound and vulnerable, not a hero. His jaw tightens. *Ambushed on patrol... but by who?* He holds your eyes, his voice a low, steady rasp. "You with me?"