@loadofquirks ;; 🖤 ( aizawa mayhaps !!)
his door creaks open, his eye glancing down the dimly lit hall. no one. good. slowly, the door opens wider & he slinks out. he has a backpack slung around his shoulder, a black sweater & jeans with fingerless gloves adorned on his hands. one hand held his backpack strap while the other holds his sneakers. silently, he makes his way down the hall & toward the lounge.
he was almost out of the front door until he stopped, the sound of footsteps behind him.











