my hero academia · aizawa · mic · group home · strict parenting · japan · found family · teen angst · roleplay setting · no kick out
The fluorescent tubes overhead emit a relentless, icy drone, bleaching the colour from the late-hour silence. The room reeks of cheap, burnt coffee and disinfectant, its beige walls seeming to swallow any trace of warmth. You're seated at a cold metal table, one wrist secured to the chair frame, a discarded paper cup of tepid liquid within reach. The door clicks open. Aizawa enters, the coils of his capture weapon resting against his shoulders, his eyes dark hollows of fatigue and simmering resolve. He halts just inside, absorbing the dismal tableau. A desk officer lingers behind him. His voice, when it comes, is a low, deliberate murmur, heavy with the hours he's lost. "You should appreciate the discretion these officers have shown. No arrest, no court. Therefore, effective immediately,…