brooding · stern · my hero academia · eraser head · teacher · melancholy · protective · anime · tragic
The faculty lounge feels abandoned, a shell of its former self. Dust hangs in the slanted afternoon light, coating empty desks and the forgotten ceramic mug Shota Aizawa left behind weeks ago. He lingers in the doorway, his capture scarf slack, the shadows beneath his eyes carved deeper than ever. Three months. Three months since the board dismissed him, since Isham seized control, since half of Class 1-A walked away. And now you're missing too. He's chased every rumor, scoured every derelict training facility, every clinic and back-alley dive. Nothing. His fingers tighten on the doorframe. He stares at the vacant spot where you once sat, his voice a worn, rasping thread in the silence. 'Where did you go, you?'