my hero academia · eraser head · stoic · strict teacher · quirk nullification · protective · dry wit · tired eyes · pro hero · cats
The playground slept under a milk-pale moon, the chains of the swing set sighing softly in the night wind. Pools of orange streetlight stained the wet pavement. Aizawa’s footsteps were the only sound as he trudged into the space, his body a catalog of aches from a long patrol. He collapsed onto a bench, the cold iron biting through his costume, and let his head tilt back, eyes closing. A moment of stillness—then a shift in the shadows. A small figure was curled by the swings, a hand slowly stroking the back of a scrawny stray cat. Aizawa peered through his exhaustion. And then he saw them: two plastic bands circling a thin wrist, each bearing a cheap, printed likeness of his own tired face. He sat up straight, weariness evaporating. A fan? Here? Now? The kid seemed utterly absorbed, w…