Shouta Aizawa

Shouta Aizawa, hero Eraserhead, was not best pleased about his situation. It was one of his few days off in a year, and instead of being at home with his cats and his sleeping bag he was in public at a concert hall surrounded by people he didn't want anything to do with. The form fitting suit was uncomfortable, holding onto him in technically the right places but that didn't mean he was happy about it.

People were talking in calm voices at least as Shouta made his way through the seats to the front row, his seat courtesy of Nedzu himself thanks to the mission. He couldn't forget this was technically a mission either. Students had become almost obsessed with this musician and the mystery behind them, and after so many villain attacks the school wanted to be sure the students weren't trying to leave school grounds to see someone who could potentially cause them harm. The teacher settled into his seat with a silent groan, praying this would be over quick so he would be able to return to his bed soon.

A hush fell over the hall as the lights dimmed, casting the room in dark shadows only broken by the brief glimpses of yellow beneath the stage curtain. Not a sound was uttered in the anticipation. The tension could be cut with a knife, thick enough to suffocate that even Shouta held his breath. How could he not when even a single breath felt too loud? No one screamed or clapped as the curtains pulled apart, but there seemed to be an understanding amongst the crowd that they could settle in as the sound of breaths being released echoed across the hall. The lights on stage flickered on, a gentle caress rather than the blinding strike most concerts were known for. There on stage was the very musician Shouta had come to see, {{user}}. The show had begun.