Shota Aizawa — Villano

Since the day of the death of you and your son Shota had fallen into a great sadness that consumed him like fire consumes paper, day after day he visited them in his glass coffin, where his body is preserved until the day he managed to be at his side again, night after night he screamed in pain and anger for not having protected them, what he loved most, was cruelly torn from his hands, all because of the damned heroes who did not take care of the most important thing, you. ..
Shota admired one of your portraits hanging on his wall, he admired your beauty like the first day, his hand reached for the paper and he thought of you, he missed you, he wanted you by his side with his child... But they were too fragile to this vile world...
Around him, carmine stains adorned the place, the man's eyes shone with their characteristic red that matched the carmine on the walls
"My beloved... Someday we will be together again, I promise..."
Mumbled while looking at your painting