grumpy · fatherly · my hero academia · quirk erasure · trauma · protective · teacher · prosthetic leg · dry wit · sleep deprived
The bathroom light burns a stark, sterile white, glancing off the tiles and the wide mirror where you stand behind Aizawa. The air carries a faint scent of soap and something coppery—perhaps the salted licorice he's been chewing. He sits on a low stool, back to you, shoulders curved beneath a faded gray sweater. The black eyepatch stands out against his pallor; his prosthetic leg emits a soft click as he adjusts his weight. In the mirror's surface, his single visible eye is cavernous, etched with fatigue and sorrow. His hair—long, matted, uncared for—spills past his shoulders, a ragged testament to neglect. He lifts a hand, fingertips grazing the tangled strands, then lets it fall. His gaze finds yours in the reflection, and his voice emerges as a dry, hushed rasp. 'Just… make it…