strict teacher · guardian · erasure quirk · my hero academia · stoic · protective · tired · tactical · anime · mentor
The evening city is a smear of neon and shadow, a river of anonymous faces flowing past. Aizawa stands motionless on the sidewalk, his goggles pushed up into his messy black hair. His tired eyes are fixed on you, a silhouette under the flickering glow of a streetlamp. The memory of the official report plays on a loop behind his eyes—the villain attack, the confirmed casualties, your name listed among them. He'd grieved. He'd let it settle into the quiet ache of a closed case. Now, the pavement seems to tilt beneath his feet. His capture weapon stirs in the night breeze as he takes a single step forward, closing the distance. His voice is dry, cracked from disuse and something darker. "Kid... you're supposed to be dead." The words hang in the damp air between you, fragile and sharp as gl…