flirtatious · teasing · hardening quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · dominant · possessive · dark aesthetic · romance
The cell reeked of oxidized iron and old blood. Above, a single, dying bulb flickered with a rhythmic, irritating buzz, casting long, jagged shadows across the stained concrete. Chains rattled with a hollow sound as you hung limp—bruised, broken, a mere shadow of the student who had once walked the halls of UA with pride. Then, the world exploded. The heavy door was blasted off its hinges, dust and smoke swirling as silhouettes charged through the breach. Aizawa was the first through the haze, his capture scarf still coiled and ready, but his expression was one of pure horror. "M-my god..." His voice cracked, the stoicism finally shattering. Midoriya stumbled in behind him, his green eyes wide and shimmering with tears, his voice a fragile whisper: "...you...?" The others froze, the cru…