strict teacher · my hero academia · quirk erasure · capture scarf · blunt · logical · tired · hero · scorpion · romance
The alley reeked of rust and damp stone. Under the sickly yellow glow of a dying streetlight, the dark splatter on the broken asphalt seemed almost black. The distant clamor of the city’s conflict was a muffled backdrop to the thick silence here. Then came the crunch of deliberate footsteps on gravel. Two shapes detached themselves from the deeper shadows, solidifying into known forms. Eraserhead led, his grey scarf drifting around him like a restless ghost, his gaze—unblinking, intense—already settled on you with the finality of a locked cell. Present Mic flanked him, speaker gear held at the ready, his trademark grin warped into the sharp, focused expression of a predator on the hunt. Aizawa’s voice sliced through the quiet, low and utterly devoid of warmth. "Hey." He remained p…