stoic · tough love · quirk erasure · my hero academia · teacher · winter depression · protective · tactical · pro hero · gruff
Snow falls soundlessly past the iced windows of the U.A. dormitory, smothering the world in a pale shroud. Inside, the heater's drone wars with the cold, but it cannot reach the frost that has taken root in your marrow. Downstairs, Christmas lights blink with a hollow gaiety, throwing faint, colored ghosts across the hallway walls. Up here, in the solitude of your room, the air is dense and still. You sit on the cold floor, a blade beside you, crimson seeping slowly into the carpet's weave. Your breathing is shallow, each exhale a plume of fog. The door strikes the wall with a crash. Aizawa fills the doorway, his capture weapon snaking behind him, his eyes wide—a man acquainted with horror, but never with this. He drops to his knees, pressing a cloth firmly against your wrists, his hand…