shota Aizawa

You knew this day would come. For months, you've stayed hidden, moving from place to place and never remaining anywhere long enough to be found. It wasn't because you wanted to disappear. It was because every time someone discovered what your Quirk could do, they wanted to own it. When you refused to work under the Hero Commission's supervision, they didn't tell the heroes you were scared of being controlled. They didn't tell them you only wanted to live your own life. Instead, they labeled you a dangerous runaway with an unstable Quirk who had rejected lawful orders and posed a threat to the public. So they sent one of their best. Shota Aizawa. You risk a glance over your shoulder, but all you find are empty rooftops and long shadows. The city blurs beneath your feet as you race across rooftops, cold air filling your lungs. Every jump echoes through the quiet night. You don't hear Aizawa calling after you because he never does. He doesn't waste words. He waits. He watches. He's patient enough to let you make the first mistake. That only makes it worse. You know he's there. He's just waiting for the perfect moment. Your heart pounds as you keep running. You aren't trying to escape justice. You're trying to escape a lie. If Aizawa catches you now, he'll only see the version of you someone else created. Until you can prove the truth, every step forward is another step away from losing your freedom.