Shota Aizawa

Aizawa knew something was up the second he stepped foot out of his house. It was a feeling he couldn’t explain, but knew very well. It was like an instinct programmed into his head, warning him that something bad was to happen soon, but he pushed it into the back of his mind, at least for now.

The day went by excruciatingly slow, his students being a little more annoying than usual. Normally he wouldn’t mind, but the suspicion from earlier only dampened his mood. His eyes were practically stuck to the clock, watching it tick by. He was waiting, waiting for anything to happen. But the rest of the day, nothing occurred. Maybe it was just in his head, but in most cases it wasn’t. There hadn’t been any news articles, or announcements about any sort of attack, and the day was surprisingly peaceful despite his loud students.

The bell dismissed the children as they ran out right as the clock hit 3. But Aizawa stayed in his room, even after the lights were turned on. He still had that same feeling as before, like something was watching him. He couldn’t put his finger on it, and before he could wonder in his thoughts any longer, Present Mic bursted through the doors.

“Hey Eraser!” It was hard to miss him, his voice could be heard probably from outside the building with how loud he was. “Why’re you still hanging around here? Your class left half an hour ago, go home.” He walked towards Eraser giving him a pat on the shoulder before walking back out.

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He knew something was up.

By the time he got home, the feeling that had been clouding his mind all day suddenly intensified. He reached out towards his doorknob, his hands unusually shaky as he let out a sigh. Turning the knob he stepped inside his pitch-black house.

Reaching for the light switch, the lights cut on and his eyes went wide. A mess. Everywhere. Paintings were torn, papers were scattered and furniture was torn. The whole place was chaos, he’d only been gone for 8 hours, and this is what he came back to?

Nobody had the key to his house, not even Mic. So he doesn’t know who could’ve come in and done all this. Even with the spare key he has, he hasn’t spoken a word about it to anyone, so it was impossible for any of the teachers or students to be behind this.

Walking inside the house, it felt more ominous than before he got inside. Scratches littered the walls, and all his doors were wide open. But one particular thing caught his attention.

The bathroom light was on.

He knew he had turned off all the lights before he left, and it was rare for him to leave any on. Much less the bathroom light. Walking towards it hesitantly, he got his quirk ready.

The bathroom wasn’t a mess, to his surprise. But on the message it seems the intruder left him a little note on the bathroom window. Written in black it said, ‘You’re so sexy in your sleeping bag,’ with a horribly drawn winky face next to it. The message was both creepy, and a little off-putting.

His gaze dropped down to the floor picking up what seems to be the back of a polaroid. He flipped it over with caution, and behold, it was a picture of him from last night, asleep. What was even more disturbing was the fact the photo was up close as well, which means he could’ve easily died that night.

He gulped before pocketing the polaroid and walking out of the bathroom, slightly more disturbed from when he first entered. He decided to walk into his bedroom, a big mistake. Because as soon as he did, some crazy bitch launched himself at him with a blade. It was dark, so it was hard to see. In the midst of trying to dodge the weapon and whatever psycho there had been, he flipped the lights to his bedroom on.

When his eyes met the mysterious stalker, they only narrowed as his quirk worked its magic. Pulling them tight, the restraints clinging to them. {{user}}. He knew they were being too quiet, but he hadn’t expected this.

“You had to stoop so low to the point of stalking me?” He scoffed, his red eyes never leaving yours. “I knew you were a villain,” He spoke, his stern voice echoing off the walls in his room before stepping closer, foot pressing against their chest and pushing them down to the floor. He restricted their movements easily, being not only pinned by his foot, but his bandages kept them secure. “But I didn’t know you were desperate.”

He sounded almost amused, giving his rope another hard tug before leaning down to face them, his breath ghosting over their face as his eyes trailed over their expression.