shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · strict · tired · capture scarf · quirk · anime · romance · dominant
The routine patrol after the school festival dissolved into sensory overload—a collision, a searing white burst, then nothing. Consciousness returned slowly, bringing with it the ache of confinement. Aizawa stirred, his dark hair falling across his face as his eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the dim, claustrophobic space. The air tasted recycled and thin. The realization hit him with cold clarity: he was trapped. Solid walls boxed him in, and a dense, unidentifiable weight anchored him down. His voice, when it came, was a weary, resonant growl that seemed to absorb into the walls.