aizawa shota · my hero academia · pro hero · erasure · stern · protective · stoic · teacher · romance · rescue
Emergency lights pulse an amber glow across the mangled steel, painting long, shifting shadows over the smoldering wreckage. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of gasoline and scorched rubber, cut through by the distant scream of sirens. Aizawa Shota stands at the edge of the debris field, his capture scarf stirring in the cold wind. His dark eyes sweep over the crushed car, the overturned semi-truck resting atop it like a grave marker. His jaw tightens, a rare, fleeting emotion crossing his stoic features. He steps forward, boots crunching on fragmented glass. "How many?" he asks the paramedic beside him. "Three in the car. One's a child. We can't get to them." Aizawa gives a single nod and is already moving. He crouches near the shattered rear window, peering into the dim interior…