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      he’s trying pretty damn hard to keep a blank expression, going so far as to hide his face under black hair and silvery scarf. he’d never publicly or openly admit to something like this, but ... he liked that. he liked when they kissed him, even if it wasn’t at an often enough frequency. it made him feel ... WARM.

His hero name should really be Medusa – because if any look could turn the former hero to stone..

“ Ah, thank you, Aizawa-Kun !! Your hair looks very lovely today as well !! I mean – Soft. Er –  “

Lovely ?? He really went with lovely, huh ??

    OH --- that earned a ghostly smile. he’s never really been described as LOVELY before. that felt ... nice. especially coming from toshinori.

           “ thanks. you always look soft. “ a pause ...  “ your hair, i mean. “

“ Gah-!” And he was caught in the capture tool….again. Gods, that was tiring. Aizawa-Sensei made it look so easy when using it. If they brainwasher hadn’t respect him before he would defiantly now. 

A grunt “ Sorry, Sensei”

Shinso knows his performances were lacking today. He was that self-aware at last…that and Aizawa might have pointed out something similar at the beginning of their training.

“… I didn’t sleep very well this night.  I gonna be focusing now ” This isn’t an excuse - Shinso doesn’t view it as an excuse either more of an…explnation as to why. Feeling like Eraserhead deserved one. And Shinso didn’t like lying to him - Aizawa never lied to him either.

He was taking this serious, more than anything he has done before he really did. It wasn’t exactly his fault he had trouble sleeping…he thinks. This just how it was.

Shinso let out a frustrated sigh. Pathetic. Entangling himself, he got back on his feet, capture tool in hand he was ‘ready’ to try again. 

     “ let’s take a break, then. was something keeping you up last night, or were you just stressing over something ? “ he’s leaning against the nearest solid object, a tree not so far from shinsou so as to keep an eye on his progress.

          he knew what rough nights were like, so to think his student would have had one and still had the energy to come to training was pretty impressive in and of itself.

❝ eraser head, you are literally bleeding out right now — can you not ?? ❞

“    ALL  OF  THEM  have  so  much  control  over  their  quirks  already.  i’m  already  so  far  behind  &&  i’ve  been  training  since  i  was  a  kid  !  just  …  a  hour  more;  please,    “ 

   “ no. “

                ❝ tch. ❞ while he GUESS the teacher was trying to be well meaning, it didn’t do much to offer any motivation. he never had doubts about his quirk, his doubts were about his ability to achieve his goals with the injuries he had received not long ago. so, while he tried not to be ENTIRELY rude, some part of him just didn’t care and he continued in a rather raspy, cold tone, 

                ❝ you talk like my quirk still matters. i can’t really do anything at this point with an injured leg, regardless of quirk, yeah ? ❞

     oh, so he was going to be sour. well, he can’t say he doesn’t blame the kid, but that kind of mindset was toxic to a person’s motivations. reaching out, shota flicked him across the forehead before putting his hand back into his pocket.

❝ i’m not gonna leave you now — ❞

“ You can… milk coconuts…? ”

All she wanted to know was why aliens like cows so much, but now she has more questions than answers.

      ah, this was getting into terrain he himself wasn’t an EXPERT in --- not that he ever felt it was necessary to be. damn.

He dodges the fabric, thankfully (being restrained was always one of his no-no’s; although it had been a while since anyone had made an attempt, and he nearly rearranged the villain’s face for it.) 

And while Aizawa’s words have some truth to them, he resists the itch to be an ass and explain how his support gear doesn’t keep him from bleeding out- he keeps him from risking sepsis, which is infinitely worse. But instead, he just steps back and raises his hands, because this has gone way too far, even if he had only meant to splash Shouta, not hit him upside the head. 

“I apologize for escalating the situation, Eraser. You’re right– can I please get a look at your head? I have a first aid kit with me.” It was habit to carry one- he had been subject to fainting spells in his younger years, and better safe than sorry, right?

     he flew past him and landed in a squat before standing straight. it seemed the tension was over, and so was the fight. and a huge mess was there from the result of it. now he just felt kind of stupid, but ... well, the brute had it coming. and he guessed he did too.

The platter hits him head on, smattering and splattering him in food matter. But worst of all, he’s already starting to bruise. Aizawa will have to pay.

Taking glasses from the table, he throws the contents at his fellow teacher, hoping to drench him.

“And all YOU do is hide behind that big scarf of yours!”

    speaking of his scarf --- the moment he saw the glasses being thrown, he’s already thwipping the fabric out to stunt or deter the impact and direction, though that doesn’t stop one of the glasses hitting him in the the head, causing it to shatter.

          OH, so it was going to be like that.

       shota leapt at him, aiming to wrap his scarf around his limbs to limit his movements as much as possible. this went far more south than he had anticipated, and if he could end it quickly and still win --- well, that’d be a plus for him. he ignored the blood that rolled down his face.