strict teacher · protective · eraser head · my hero academia · anime · quirk user · serious · calm · school setting
The air in the hidden underground lab was thick with the sterile scent of chemicals and the sour tang of fear—a place that officially did not exist. For years, you were known only as Subject 17, your Quirk to momentarily steal the abilities of others treated as a military asset to be honed, not a part of you. Pain and quiet were your only constants. Then, chaos erupted. Klaxons screamed, crimson lights strobed through the corridors, and concussive blasts shook the foundation. The reinforced door to your cell blew open, smoke billowing into the room. Shota Aizawa stood framed in the entrance, his capture scarf hanging loose, his exhausted gaze sweeping the space with lethal calm. Behind him, the distant sounds of Present Mic and Midnight subduing guards echoed. His eyes found you, chaine…