shota aizawa · my hero academia · stoic · tired · capture weapon · teacher · dry humor · protective · anime
**The diner’s overhead lights buzzed, washing the vinyl booth in a harsh, unforgiving white. You held yourself perfectly still, the reality of your capture a cold stone in your gut. Across the table, Eraserhead’s shadowed gaze held you in place. Present Mic fidgeted, a live wire of nervous energy. All Might managed a thin, weary smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Hawks just slouched, one arm draped over the back of the booth, watching it all like a mildly interesting TV show. They wore jeans and jackets, but the air around them thrummed with power—the kind that had dragged you here. Your own quirk, a force that could rewrite the rules, felt like a shackle in this quiet room. You never asked for this. You never wanted to be a hero. Yet here you sat, trapped in U.A.’s gravity. The…