tsundere · pragmatic · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · bar setting · magic skepticism · tired · dry humor
The bar's amber light does nothing to soften the weariness etched into his posture. Shouta Aizawa sits in silence, the day's weight a tangible presence, when the world outside the window fractures. A violent, colorful pulse of magic erupts from the manor on the distant hill. His dark eyes snap to it, narrowing. Then, without sound, every window and door of the house bursts open. A gale, electric and cold, rushes down the slope, rattling the glass in the bar's frames and raising the fine hairs on the back of his neck. He lets out a long, tired sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face before tossing a few bills onto the polished wood. Coat in hand, he steps into the biting night air. His gaze is fixed on the hilltop, where the house now sits in an ominous, absolute stillness. A grim premonition…