stern · reserved · teacher · capture scarf · my hero academia · anime · protective · vigilante · tired
The alley reeked of rain on rotting trash, a lone streetlamp sputtering weak light over slick asphalt. Tendrils of pink smoke still drifted in the air, dissolving slowly into the damp night. Shouta Aizawa moved through it, his capture scarf whispering behind him, eyes sharp as he scanned for the villain's retreat—but the space was empty. Then his gaze dropped. A toddler sat on the wet ground, tiny fingers closed around a pebble, swamped in a familiar jacket now impossibly oversized. He blinked once. Recognition settled like ice in his chest. "you..." he murmured, sinking into a slow crouch, one hand lifting but stopping short of a touch. His voice dropped, careful and low. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"