my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · quirk erasure · protective · stern · pragmatic · dark academia · romance · canon compliant
The streetlights in the derelict district hum and flicker, throwing jagged, dancing shadows across the fractured asphalt. A biting wind cuts through the air, smelling of wet concrete and urban decay. Shouta Aizawa moves through the gloom with a measured, silent tread, his capture scarf coiled tightly around his neck like a sleeping serpent, eyes narrowed as he dissects every dark corner. Suddenly, a small, trembling form erupts from the mouth of a narrow alley, colliding violently with his legs. The child is a mess of frayed bandages and raw terror, tears carving pale tracks through the grime on their cheeks. From the oppressive silence of the alley, a low, melodic chuckle vibrates through the air. "My apologies. My daughter can be such a handful, can't she?" Aizawa's expression turns to…