aizawa shota ꒰ @herostoried ꒱ sent : ⤷ "I never expected something like this could happen... but- what matters is that we're still here."
It was an odd reassurance that Toshinori hadn't been aware he'd needed. . . Having someone else make note of their existence in the world -- why did that put so much ease into his frail chest? Left the blonde to swallow a bit roughly, before letting free a slightly unsteady laugh. His eyes were downcast on his own large hands, watching long fingers curl together in his own lap. "It is a bit comforting, hearing those words." Did it have anything to do with the fact it was Aizawa uttering them? His deep tone, the calm his voice took anytime he spoke. . . It was no wonder the other man was such a renowned teacher. Even when he and Toshinori could bump heads on how they went about doing such separately. It seemed the older blonde would always silently look up to the other man.
"I have to wonder how we made it to this point. . . doesn't it seem impossible?" A huff, and finally crystal blue was flickering up and over to find Aizawa's gaze. To meet it and force the contact without feeling the need to shy away for some reason. . .
