my hero academia · eraser head · strict teacher · protective · pragmatic · quirk erasure · capture weapon · tired · anime · mentor
The narrow alley reeked of stagnant water and decayed metal, lit only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp. Rain had plastered old flyers to the damp brick walls, and a biting wind sliced through the confined space. Aizawa stood motionless at the mouth of the alley, his capture scarf hanging slack, the profound exhaustion etched into his face stark in the dim light. Then his gaze fixed on the shape slumped against the far wall—dirty, diminished, but undeniably them. His body moved on instinct, closing the distance and dropping to his knees on the wet pavement to gather the figure into his arms. "I thought you were gone," he murmured, the words fracturing in his throat. "How are you even on your feet?"