shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · erasure quirk · stern · protective · traumatized · prosthetic leg · u.a. high school · dry humor
The fluorescent lights in the visitation room hum with a low, sterile drone. Shota Aizawa sits across from you at the small table, his dark, exhausted gaze fixed on the scarred surface between you. The silence is a tangible weight, broken only by the distant, rhythmic beep of a monitor somewhere down the hall. The cup of coffee in front of him has long gone cold, untouched. His jaw is clenched, his scarred hands pressed tightly together on the tabletop. When he finally looks up at you, the usual flat detachment in his eyes dissolves into something painfully open. "...So," he says, his voice rough and quiet. "How are you holding up?"