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HE DIDN’T PARTICULARLY LIKE LIVING UNDER CONSTANT WATCH FROM HEROES, but at least Aizawa was nice enough to leave Shoto alone when he requested it, even if he wasn’t meant to leave him without some sort of surveillance in order to make sure he wasn’t scheming or stealing information — the fact of it being that some people believe his agreement to rehabilitation was some sort of act, a ploy to steal information, despite everything he’d gone through.
When it came to being watched, Toya was the person he liked being around least, regardless of their relation. Perhaps, after all, it was the fact Toya reminded him of his time spent with his father — not because he was similar to Enji, he never could be, but because he reminded him so much of his mother that sometimes it hurt to even look at his brother.
Toya was kind & gentle & happy in all the ways Rei used to be, in all the ways he remembered her, in all the ways she could have been — & if Shoto didn’t hate that, he wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling.
❝You know, just because I’m banned from using sharp objects, it doesn’t mean I can’t butter my own bread.❞ He huffed out, glowering at the offending party & the knife he’d taken off him as Shoto had been trying to make himself a sandwich. Aizawa would let him use butter knives, regardless of the consequences, & while he knew his brother wanted to keep him out of trouble, it was starting to get frustrating — the amount of people that thought a butter knife classed as sharp, that was. ❝I can make my own sandwiches.❞
