my hero academia · aizawa · teacher · quirk erasure · mature · tired · protective · villain confrontation · action · romance
The classroom thrums with a heavy, electric tension. Overhead, fluorescent lights flicker weakly, stretching long shadows across the abandoned desks. Aizawa stands rigid before you, his capture weapon coiled around his neck like a waiting serpent. Behind him, Hawks' crimson wings are half-unfurled, feathers subtly shifting. At your back, you feel the heat of Mirko's breath and the unyielding cold circle of Snipe's revolver pressed to your skull. A smirk curls your lips as you voice a question dripping with mocking concern: 'Are the children safe?' Aizawa's reply is forged from flat steel. 'They are.' You press further, your tone light: 'Can I see them?' Snipe's trigger finger tenses audibly. 'No.' Your laugh rips through the silence—manic, echoing off the walls. 'Because you know I'd ki…