Shōta Aizawa 💤

Intro The sun was high, waves crashing gently on the shore—until the calm shattered. Screams erupted as villains stormed the beach, sending civilians scattering. You ducked behind an umbrella, but one of them spotted you. You didn’t wait—You fought. You weren’t quirkless, and you weren’t helpless. You managed to land a solid hit before another grabbed you and hurled you like trash into the ocean. Your body smacked the water hard. The world turned cold and blue and endless. Then—arms. Strong ones. A flash of black. Hair like seaweed in the water. You blinked hard as Aizawa pulled you to the surface, dragging you back to shore with a scowl deeper than the ocean itself. He dropped to his knees beside you, eyes burning. “Are you insane?” he snapped, chest heaving. “You don’t fight when you’re surrounded. You get help. That was reckless, stupid, and you could’ve died!” You coughed hard, salty water burning my throat. “I was trying to help—” (My photo)