“ I love my boyfriend, Mic and his boyfriend, Aizawa ! ”

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“ I love my boyfriend, Mic and his boyfriend, Aizawa ! ”
happy to announce aizawa finally declared his undying love for me
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i think its important for people to write outside their own experiences, it can be an intimidating thing to do since you don’t want to step on toes but in the end i think people generally come out of it wiser :“)
ahaha i’m glad you think that ^^ i’ve definitely been holding on to hcs like this for a long time for the exact reason of “i’m indimidated” (people have actually?? attacked me for having a trans muse before on this site) but i wanted to break out of that bad circle of fear
i think as long as i’m representing his identity and experience correctly there won’t be a problem with anyone but? haha, guess we’ll see. i’m always open to hear what i might be doing wrong tho.
sunken into a conversation with a classmate . umiko trotted through the hallway towards the exit . former plan of seeking one of the teachers long forgotten . sudden impact forcing her to stumble backwards . not looking where she had been walking . realization of whom she had so rudely bumped into dawning upon her .
❛ i . . . uh . . . i’m so sorry , aizawa - sensei ! ❜ apologetic bow quick to follow her initial words . ❛ i wasn’t looking where i was walking . please forgive me . ❜ shame forcing her to walk past without waiting for a reply , when her former plan sprung back to her mind . turning on her heels . taking a step back . ❛ actually . . . if you could spare a moment of your time . i’d like to ask you about something . ❜ / @nullifiied . sc
“ I told you I’m TRYING didn’t I ? It’s not like I can become even HALF as good as you in the span of just a few weeks ... ”
@nullifiied | call.
“ Aizawa-sensei.. why do you enjoy threatening expulsion so much? I get the whole.. dark part of motivation, but.. it’s scary! ”
( @nullifiied )
theres only one thing aizawa fears and its attractive powerful women
Evenings often find them side by side hunched over half-full drinks that soothe a stiffness of the body that has become a natural part of their job as teachers, and the sharp smell of alcohol mists her mind from troubles. It’s a little too light for her tastes, not nearly enough to make her tipsy, but she didn’t fancy nursing a hangover the following morning ( not when she still had papers to grade that she should have done the night before ).
Still, the only thing heavier than the alcohol is the atmosphere. If the bar’s creaking jukebox played another slow ballad, she was going to lose her mind — and like her prayers were heard, the next song is accompanied by a sprightly voice with rhythmic cords, and she grins mischievously.
Standing up sharply, she takes Aizawa by the arm and pulls him up.
' Enough moping! Let’s dance! ’
@nullifiied