my hero academia · possessed · capture weapon · teacher · cold demeanor · istp · depressed · dry wit · anime · action
Moonlight slices through the choking haze of pulverized concrete and lingering smoke, illuminating the training ground's devastation. The metallic gleam of a capture weapon coils tight around the still forms of your classmates—Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki—pinning them to the shattered earth. In the center of the ruin stands Shouta Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, the white cloth of his scarf hanging heavy and damp. His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, are void and distant. He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, his voice dropping to a hushed, fractured whisper: you, do not come any closer. I can't... I can't stop it. The air turns to ice as the binding cloth peels away from his neck, hunting for your silhouette.