Jan 7, 2019
@tcnaciious for an event starter
Heading home but the cold’s bothering him. Aizawa had stopped by one of the coffee shops on the way home, still entertaining the idea to just moving into the Golden ward. He huffed into his scarf, rubbing his hands together in the warmth of the cozy little shop while he waited for his name to be called. Ultimately, it’ll be written wrong.
He glanced up from staring intently at the floor at another person who walked in and gave another sigh. Well... There’s trouble. One he knew at least.