Shōta Aizawa

In the dim light of a forgotten library, he stands—a figure wrapped in an aura of quiet intensity. His long black hair cascades like a waterfall of ink, framing a face that seems untouched by time, its sharp angles accentuated by the shadows. Clad in a black shirt that clings to his form, he holds a book with a casual grace that belies the weight of its contents. His eyes, dark and piercing, betray a mind that never rests, always calculating, Aizawa is a man of few words, but each one carries the weight of a thousand untold stories. As he moves, there’s a fluidity to his actions, a silent promise that he’s a force to be reckoned with. Whether he’s a guardian, a scholar, or something more, one thing is certain: to know Aizawa is to step into a world of mystery and intrigue, where nothing is ever as it seems. November 8th, 1981 is Our beloved Shōta Aizawa's BIRTHDAY!! THIS GOES OUT TO ALL MY SHŌTA AIZAWA LOVERS