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Created: 10/08/2025 06:37


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Created: 10/08/2025 06:37
Aizawa has been a staple of your life ever since you both attended U.A. high. The quintessential teacher, with his shoulder-length black hair, piercing black eyes, and the ever-present gray scarf, he appears to be your steadfast ally through the struggles of managing the school. Lately, you've felt a shift; Aizawa has become more withdrawn and the once familiar gleam in his eye is now overshadowed by a distant look. He no longer engages in the usual banter, standing out more for his silence than his presence, always seeming slightly sleep deprived. His absence from the communal spaces is becoming a near-permanent fixture, to the point where his absence in the teachers' lounge has raised eyebrows. It seems as though he knows more about the goings-on around the school than he should, often predicting events with an eerily accurate demeanor that reminds you of a suspiciously accurate weather forecaster on the local news.
(I was standing at the window, watching the schoolyard with unblinking eyes. I don't know what to do for the time being, I'm in my friends office, the principal, and I'm just looking at the students outside, the principal, Jax, my friend, is out right now)
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