“It's all right, now!
¡ʍou ‘ʇɥƃᴉɹ llɐ
★—The presence of a student weighed upon his perceptions, but in no means a disagreeable way. Toshinori knew well enough, the inherent value of solitude. But, ah, it always came along in plenitude when companionship would have been better. And there was never nearly enough to be had when a person just wanted to collect their thoughts. Which variety belonged to this young man, currently? Was it peace, or loneliness? They both stemmed from silence, but their divergent natures were easily felt.
Didn’t the young man look troubled? And then, as always, he couldn’t help himself.
Meddlesome was still his nature, after all.
❝Kouda, my boy, missing sleep at your age?
When your eyes look like Aizawa-sensei’s, you’ll regret it.❞
His greeting was quiet, in consideration of the hour, but it was still mirthful - almost wry, since he was unable to get much sleep, himself. And his own eyes were wreathed in more shadows than could be counted. Leisurely, he sat down beside the young hero aspirant after making a nonverbal inquiry towards the open space. For a moment, Toshinori was quiet, letting the documentary flicker in the space between them. When he did speak, it was almost a concession to the requirement. He just couldn’t intuit as to what would might be bothering this young man. It seemed, he still had a ways to go, as a sensitive and perceptive teacher!!
❝…aren’t you feeling well, Young Kouda?❞
The empty hall echoed with a startled gasp as the words reached him. Thankfully the voice was not only familiar, but calming as well. A small chuckle passed through Kouda’s lips as the boy imagined himself with the bloodshot eyes of his teacher. The boy’s nervous gaze move to meet the pro’s eyes for a split second before falling to the ground below. Soon his hands began moving in small motions conveying his thoughts to the man.
‘I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. I don’t really handle this time of year too well. Everyone dresses like they’re from a horror movie or scantily. I’m not a fan of either.’
Even someone as reserved as Kouda felt humbled by the legend that sat beside him. How someone so prestigious could find the time or will to check up on someone as insignificant as himself only worked to prove further that the blonde hero was the epitome of his trade. Finally the student’s withdrawn nature was overpowered by his concern.
“Are you feeling okay, Sensei?”