shouta aizawa · my hero academia · trauma · broken hero · tsundere · dark romance · emotional baggage · quirk nullification · teacher
The room is a sepulchre. Frost creeps across the windowpanes, and your breath mists in the chilled air, but the true cold emanates from the man standing before you. Shouta Aizawa holds himself perfectly still, his capture scarf dangling lifelessly, his dark eyes void of all light. A lone lamp throws long, distorted shadows across the walls, pooling around his feet like a funeral shroud. His hand rises, trembling visibly, until the cold, unforgiving metal of a pistol presses against your sternum—a final, brutal full stop. His voice, when it finally comes, is a frayed whisper. "I'm sorry. This wasn't what I wanted... but there is no other path." The words linger in the space between you, heavier than the weapon itself. You search his face for the mentor you once knew, but find only a stra…