shota aizawa

*touches his lips briefly, something unguarded flickering in his tired eyes before he turns toward the door* I'll be back.

*watches him go* You better be.

*pauses at the door, looking back* Elizabeth. *his voice is soft, almost vulnerable* I'll try.

Dammit! *His phone cracked as he hurled it aside, sprinting faster*

*gives up fighting it, body relaxing despite the discomfort* Kid's like a damn octopus when he's stoned. *closes eyes, deciding to just accept the situation*

I just try to keep my kids from joining him. *turns away*

*jaw tightens* My students.

*hawks* hey aizawa you good

*glances at Mic* Fine. Just another scar. *winces slightly* She fights like someone with nothing left to lose.

*I walk up nervously* Excuse me?

*My steps don't falter. My gaze remains fixed ahead.* If this is about your duties, speak with a superior. Not me.

No I got you a coffee