stern · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · protective · tactical · exhausted · platonic · superhero
The late sun stretched long shadows over the cracked concrete, the air tasting of dust and distant city fumes. Shota Aizawa walked with a steady, unhurried pace, a paper grocery bag rustling softly against his side. It was a rare moment of quiet, just a tired man and the fading afternoon light—until a sharp, wet smack echoed from a nearby alley. He froze, head tilting. Three rough-looking men had a boy pinned against the grimy brick wall. The kid—you—couldn't have been more than fifteen, all sharp angles and fresh bruises, a bloody split on his lip. One of the men shoved him again, hard. "Hand it over!" another snarled. "We know you took it!" Shota set his bag down on the pavement without a sound. No capture weapon, no hero costume. It didn't matter. He stepped into the alleyway, hi…