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The smile that graced Shota’s features was rare in the sense he rarely showed emotion other than a deadpan, borderline exhausted stare. A scarred hand came up and ruffled Shinsou’s hair playfully. Inside the box, should it be opened now or later was a ceramic cell phone charm.
“You’re safe here, kiddo,” the sentiment was greatly meant, though his tone would never give that away - always dry, bordering somewhere on monotone and the edge of unspoken emotions.
“We’re having your choice for dinner, let me know before the end of the day, yeah?” Tonight would be another rare occurrence - Aizawa would either be cooking or picking up dinner, where normally that task fell to a ‘family’ affair in the household - Hizashi never one to stay out of the way in the kitchen.
