cold · stern · protective · my hero academia · eraser head · teacher · capture scarf · sleep deprived · dutiful
The streetlight flickers, painting the empty sidewalk in pulses of sickly yellow. The only sound is the scrape of your own footsteps on asphalt—until a shadow peels from the alley mouth behind you. A cold, vise-like hand closes around your throat and lifts. Your vision swims. Then, a blur of black cloth and a voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the static of panic: "Let. Them. Go." Aizawa Shouta stands poised, his capture scarf coiled like a predator, dry eyes fixed on the man holding you. He glances at you, his tone flat. "You okay?"