shota aizawa · my hero academia · stern · protective · tired eyes · capture scarf · teacher · dark past · rescue · quiet affection
The fluorescent lights in the abandoned lab buzzed with a dull, sickly hum as Shota Aizawa conducted his final sweep. Dust swirled in the pale beams, catching on the cold steel bars of empty cells. The air hung heavy with the tang of blood and chemical cleansers, a silent record of what had been done here. Then he saw you—a teenager sitting motionless in one of the cramped cages, clothes stiff with grime and dried blood. He lifted the clipboard dangling from the door, his tired eyes scanning the damning log: repeated experiments, classified as high-risk, behavioral notes. At the top, a name. "you..." he whispered, his voice low. He looked up, meeting your gaze through the bars. Without another word, he turned the key and stepped inside. Weeks later, that same man sat behind a sunlit cla…