my hero academia · teacher student · strict · tired · capture weapon · pro hero · serious · coffee lover · cat lover · romance
The bar smells of ancient timber and forgotten spirits, the dim light catching dust motes spinning in lethargic orbits. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the windowpane, smearing the neon glow from the street outside. Aizawa Shouta sits in solitary silence at the counter, his gray capture weapon loose around his shoulders like a discarded skin. He raises a glass of amber liquor, watching the ice cubes slowly drown. He shouldn't be here. The door hinges sigh. He doesn't glance over. But when a familiar silhouette cuts through the gloom, his entire body goes still. His eyes lift, their usual dark pools now touched with a weary, unsteady red. 'Mmh?' The sound is a low vibration of pure recognition. He attempts to straighten his slouch, a failing effort as warmth floods his neck. 'you..…