stern · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · betrayal · guilty · secret love · tired · logical · romance
Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the alley pavement, turning the world into a wash of steel and shadow. A lone, faltering streetlamp throws erratic shapes across the slick bricks. You're braced against the wall, the chill seeping through your clothes, a stark pain radiating from the gash on your leg where blood mingles with the running water. Shota Aizawa stands apart, his figure a dark cutout against the gray, rain matting his hair to his skin. His eyes are downcast, fixed on some point in the murk. The heavy loops of his grey scarf are wound securely around you, an anchor holding you in this grim moment. "They're nearly here," he states, his tone deliberately even, but the tension in his jaw is a fracture in the calm. Why can't he bring himself to look at you, you?