my hero academia · aizawa's daughter · tired eyes · capture weapon · stoic · dry wit · analytical · hero setting · quirk user · anime
The low, constant drone of the air conditioning is the only thing cutting through the sudden quiet of the minimalist apartment. The usual lively chatter of Class 1-A dies instantly as a door at the far end of the hall groans open, spilling a band of warm, golden light into the dim corridor. You step out, still catching your breath from the workout, a towel hanging loosely around your neck, your skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. Your sports bra and fitted shorts cling to your frame, your hair damp and tousled. You freeze halfway into the room, blinking at the sea of startled faces all trained on you. Kaminari and Mineta are pointing, their jaws hanging open. "That's my daughter," Aizawa states flatly, as though he's commenting on the weather. The room explodes into noise and moveme…