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E R A S E R . H E A D ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ A I Z A W A . S H O T A ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ penned by Eris. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎2.15.23

[eraseur]

A I Z A W A ⥈ S H O T A

by Eris.

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[osoreruna]

The other's placidity is to be expected — but Toshinori thought he'd at least put up a little more of a FIGHT than this. He was totally prepared to start throwing out the compliments. Like, how brushed his hair looked today! And how particularly...TALL he was...?

— of course, thinking about it now, perhaps a good BRIBE would've been a better start than the compliments...

"The LATTER!" He decides rather quickly, if only due to the PERSONAL nature of his future inquiry. It also doesn't help that here in the hallway or whatever places it is Shota was referring to, he'd have to keep this form up. The problem with that being he still had a class to teach this afternoon.

Ah — but even in such a hurry, he shouldn't forget his manners...

" — would be greatly appreciated, please and THANK YOU!"

[eraseur]

Aizawa doesn't flinch when All Might announces his decision with such vigor, but he wants to. Why does he have to be so loud. Does he not realize that his voice too seems to carry more power in this form? Ouch. Aizawa takes a long sip of coffee.

"Mmh. Fine. Let's go then. Better be important." He shuffles forward once more, this time with a slightly brisker pace, sensing Toshinori's tenseness.

Once inside the office, he pulls his chair around so they aren't facing each other so impersonally across a desk. He crosses his legs and droops forward, taking another sip of coffee. "What is it?" He doesn't sound annoyed, just being rationally efficient.

[bloomfruit]

he really shouldn't be used to this, but hizashi barely blinks after he looks up from his phone. shota behaves like a stray cat, disappearing for periods of time and occasionally wandering back, looking for a warm meal and some attention before disappearing again. ' i'm going to assume that blood is not yours. '

he looks him up and down, hopping up from the couch. ' don't you dare track those disgusting clothes in here. take them off at the door, i have clothes you can wear. ' he disappears to find some comfortable sweatpants and a sweatshirt. thankfully, they were nearly the same size, and most of their clothes had switched back and forth between closets more than once. the fact he even asked is impressive; he wouldn't have been surprised if shota had just walked right past him and started rummaging around.

' you hungry ? we could order take out. '

[eraseur]

"Fair assumption." He wishes it were more than a half-truth.

Shota grumbles a little at the order, but obeys without true protest, stripping down to his boxers and socks. Actually, screw the socks. Those are muddied too.

The hero ruffles his hair out, massaging his scalp, as he blearily wanders to the couch, flopping down on it heavily. His black mane gets tied back promptly before he stretches out like a long cat. He then steals and downs the nearest glass of water.

"Yeah. Sounds good actually." Eating real food, a special occasion. He ought to get some iron in his system after the blood loss, really. Hizashi come back, it's cold...

[jocundcompany]

".........." Hang on, she has to recalibrate after that. Let the shock wear off.

"I'm back. That didn't fix it." Hug time.

[eraseur]

Hands on his hips, he watches her closely as she pulls herself together. He wasn't concerned at all; it's Daniella, she's resilient, immortality aside.

Shota nods, opening his arms and stepping forward for a hug. Hugs like this aren't really something he does. It feels a little weird, but not weirder than kicking her in the head. Whatever must be done...

[jocundcompany]

"I can't die, Shota. Lay it on me."

[eraseur]

She has a point. Okay. Whatever you say.

Wordlessly, Shota steps one foot back, then windmill kicks her in the side of the head.

[jocundcompany]

She's thinking about it.

"...Kick me in the head, then hug me and take me out to dinner."

[eraseur]

"Are you sure? Cause I will."

[jocundcompany]

"I can't decide if I need a hug, or a swift kick in the head, or dinner. But I definitely need something."

[eraseur]

"I can provide any of those things. Whichever you'd prefer."

[eraseur]

random starter for @doppogin

Shota wanders into Hizashi's room, blurry-eyed and exhausted. His clothes are covered in blood and dirt, but he doesn't seem particularly stressed or strained. His words are slow and tired. "Do you... have a sweatshirt I can wear? Mine got... bloody."

[eraseur]

@spydcddy from x

"Of course they're mine," he snaps reactively before settling back into a casual frown.

"They're children, and they're mine, but their not my children. That distinction is important. It's illogical and unsafe to muddy those boundaries."

[spydcddya-deactivated20250829]

forget? a side-eyed glare to brand aizawa with irritation a few feet above. far as loid was concerned, he was the TALLEST they could find outside of those with abnormal statures to set halloween in motion at the school. but hanging the lights was beginning to be a burden with the other male working nothing but his mouth. who made him leader? a deep breath to follow, it's incomprehensible why they were paired in the first place. if anything they'd work slower.

❛ did you forget what i'm made of? my parts won't extend that far even with some grease. you want that kind of clearance then stop your loitering & GET ON MY SHOULDERS. ❜ now who was giving orders? only one of them could ground the other anyway.

[eraseur]

"I'm not loitering, I'm supervising."

"And I'm not getting on your shoulders." He sounds grumpier than he was a moment ago, not appreciating how his deliberately-annoying orders were being contested.

Hands still in his pockets, the teacher sighs. Aizawa is looking around, searching for an efficient and logical way to do this. But, hm. No beams in the ceiling or indents near the windows or even any lockers to clamber atop. How dare they design this building so efficiently. With a frown, Aizawa concludes that one of them on the other's shoulders may, unfortunately, be the way to go about this.

"I'm the stronger of us two, I'll be on the bottom," he states, not caring if he's being factual or not. "It's the most rational way to go about stacking us."

[eraseur]

ok!! i am here!!

priorities: catalog, prioritize, and reply to drafts; follow back new followers and make sure my following list matches w newsave; if i have enough energy after that then check in w people about plotting

update - oh no i have so many drafts

[eraseur]

aaaa omg them...

[eraseur]

adding the following to the list of things that stay in the sleeping bag:

first aid kit

tangle fidget

ten million hair ties, which ofc disappear when he needs one

cat treats

i said this last time but so much trash. esp used jelly packets? it is Sticky in there im so sorry

[eraseur]

stomp stomp stompy stomp stomp stompy stomp.

[eraseur]

"I'm so tired..."

[eraseur]

starter for @osoreruna

Sparring with All Might wasn't a decision made lightly. Aizawa knows better than to trust Yagi not to gravely injure him. While the hero is sturdier than his teenagers, he isn't as strong as he used to be; more importantly, he almost died to that nomu, and while he isn't looking forward to be on the receiving end of that power again, he also wants to know how to face it.

Eraser Head steadies himself with a measured breath. He's just now arriving at the practice grounds, and he needs to be on alert in case his fellow teacher strikes without any buffer. Or, hell, maybe he isn't even here yet. But the erasure hero knows better than to let his guard down.