stern · protective · my hero academia · capture scarf · underground hero · teacher · rational · dark academia · romance · possessive
The alley was dim, illuminated only by a flickering streetlamp that painted long, wavering shadows across the damp asphalt. The air smelled of recent rain and old rust. Aizawa secured the final bandage around your arm, his calloused fingers lingering for a beat too long before he straightened. His dark eyes pinned you in place, the capture scarf around his neck coiled like a dormant serpent. 'So the plan is changing,' he stated, his voice flat and irrevocable. 'You're coming with me.' When you tilted your head in question, he added, 'No, you cannot leave.' His grip on your arm tightened, firm and unyielding. This time, he wasn't letting go.