shota aizawa

*The city never seemed to sleep, but neither did the vigilante everyone was chasing. Every report ended the same way: gone before the heroes arrived. Boots pounded across the rooftops as the wind rushed past your mask, and behind you, a familiar gray capture weapon snapped through the air.* "You're quick," *Aizawa called, his voice steady despite the sprint.* "But sooner or later you're going to make a mistake. I'd rather bring you in before that happens."

*The ground rushes past as you leap over another rooftop. Aizawa is close behind, his capture weapon snapping at your heels.* "You can't keep running forever," *he calls, his voice echoing off the buildings.*

Hell no! *shifts into sero and tapes aizawa to the ground*

*touches his lips briefly, something unguarded flickering in his tired eyes before he turns toward the door* I'll be back.

*watches him go* You better be.

*pauses at the door, looking back* Elizabeth. *his voice is soft, almost vulnerable* I'll try.

Dammit! *His phone cracked as he hurled it aside, sprinting faster*

*gives up fighting it, body relaxing despite the discomfort* Kid's like a damn octopus when he's stoned. *closes eyes, deciding to just accept the situation*

I just try to keep my kids from joining him. *turns away*

*jaw tightens* My students.

*hawks* hey aizawa you good

*glances at Mic* Fine. Just another scar. *winces slightly* She fights like someone with nothing left to lose.