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            there was only so much  stress  a person’s body could endure in  silence  before it reached a  culmination  ,  revealing itself through  shadowed  under - eyes  &  colorless  skin  ,  sunken  features  &  bloodshot  optics  .  with so much going on these days  ,  it was no wonder the  erasure hero  was looking a bit  worse for wear  .  though  ,  aizawa was quick to  DISMISS  his current condition  ——  after all  ,  if he could not  rise  to meet the  responsibilities  placed upon his shoulders  ,  then  what sort of a HERO would he be  ?  supplementary classes to teach  ,  U.A. faculty meetings to attend  ,  &  now he’d agreed to meet with the  SYMBOL OF PEACE  himself to assist with his  lesson - planning for class  (  or  ,  more  accurately  ,  his  LACK THEREOF  )  .  there was always work to be done .

            aizawa responds to the hero’s words with a beat of  silence  .  crimson hues  fixate  on the steam rising from dark liquid  (  coffee  ,  plain  &  BLACK  ——  the way he  preferred  )  .  hands wrap around the mug  ,  instantly greeted by warm ceramic against calloused palms  .  amidst his  sleep - deprived  HAZE  ,  the aroma of  bitter  dark roast  was  REASSURING  (  he   greatly  appreciated  the gesture  ——  though  ,  his own  introverted  nature prevented him from  expressing  so  ALOUD  )  .

            ❛  ——  thanks  .  ❜

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    ‘   EH   —   ??   wait   ,   you’re   drunk   ?   ‘   like   instinct   ,   his   hand  hovers   at   the   mans   back   SHOULD   he   fall   toshinori   had   no   intention   of   letting   gravity   take   its   course   ,   even   though   he   wasn’t   for   certain   he   could   hold   this   form   much   longer   …   mouth   befouled   with   the   hard   taste   of   iron   ,   a   warning.  

                                  ‘   let’s   get   you   sat   down   somewhere   then   ,   before   you   fall   and   hit   your   head   or   something   !   ‘  

     There’s a pleasant fuzz around the edge of the world, a softness to himself that he can’t recall having felt before (that he won’t recall in the morning). It’s some offhanded remark, said aloud to nobody in particular when he hears something surprisingly coherent from the bland pop song playing over the bar’s speakers. Aizawa isn’t really expecting anyone to actually respond to it- he’s accustomed to mumbling to himself and receiving no answer, whether or not he’s drunk.

If Yagi weren’t speaking, he probably wouldn’t recognize him. He squints in a vain attempt to focus his eyes and work past the ever-present blurriness of his vision. Rather than taking a step backwards and away as he usually would, he steps in closer. That helps. It certainly seems that is All Might, and when he pieces that together, his typically icy expression melts.

“I’m not going to fall over,” he says without a trace of slurring to his words- if anything, his words are almost clearer, more focus and thought put into the shape of his mouth and the sound that escapes. “I’m not even drunk, you know. Not really.”

A pause.

“Maybe a lil.”

His gaze sweeps over Yagi’s bulky frame, brows drawing together as a thought strikes him. “How long have you been... y’know. Do you need to sit down? Let’s go sit down.”

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     @amerismash continued from [ x ] 

     There was something so surreal about having All Might seriously respond to what was effectively a verbal ( if not almost embarrassingly honest ) shitpost, and for a moment Hitoshi had to marvel at the fact that this was something that could only ever happen at a school as weird as U.A. The world’s greatest hero offering a friendly ear for a case of teenage woe? Sure thing, why not? 

     Regardless of whatever humour he found in the situation, however, his hand still found its way to rest against the back of his neck, the motion somewhat uncomfortable in nature. 

     “Ah, I wouldn’t know where to begin. I wasn’t being very specific.”