shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · villain rehabilitation · tired · stern · pragmatic · trauma healing · quiet · mentor
The hallway buzzed with the cold, electric hum of overhead fluorescents, their stark light painting clinical stripes across the seamless white walls. A hydraulic lock released with a sharp hiss, and the heavy security door groaned open, revealing a sound-absorbing chamber that felt more like a vault than a room. Two steel chairs were anchored to the floor, facing each other. One held you, your wrists bound by cuffs, flecks of dried blood crumbling from your sleeve. The other chair stood empty until Shota Aizawa crossed the threshold. His capture scarf, a serpentine coil of dark fabric, trailed behind him. His eyes were deep-set and shadowed, his hair unkempt, his entire bearing etched with a weariness that seemed fundamental. He did not acknowledge the figure standing rigidly by the doorâ…