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dad’s office is a safe place to hide when the migraines get bad. it was dark, and quiet, and no one would bother him while he tried to sleep it off. he’s curled up like so when he hears vik enter the room, barely cracking one eye open when he speaks. 

❛ mmmm. ❜ comes his only reply, pulling the coat back over his head to mask himself in total darkness again. he’s supposed to be in lessons right now, but mic would surely understand. he can’t bother with any potential trouble he might be in right now. 

        viktor made sure to make as little sound as possible as he parted from the childs side, moving towards his desk and pulling open a drawer and withdrawing some pills. ones specific for migraines. he only kept them on hand for denki.

❛  — tell me how you really feel.  ❜  he doesn’t even deign to look up, instead continuing to skim through the week’s itinerary. a sigh falls from his lips : there was a staff meeting after school, today. damn.

the smell of coffee is what steals his attention for the briefest moment. he looks at the mug, then at the other man in a silent thanks before bringing it to his lips for a sip.  ❛  there’s a meeting after classes are complete today.  ❜

         “ i could, but i don’t think you have the time for that. “ he rested his own coffee down, half of it emptied already. it never lasted long around him.

          “ i am well aware. i check ever morning when i come into work. “ 

❛  unfortunately, your seat has been repossessed.  ❜

she looks up at him in a somewhat  challenging  manner, but much like him, playfulness was the true tone she carried. then, she leans off to the side and squeezes the underside of the chair. it releases air and sinks lower, likely with his hands still on the back.

❛  my feet don’t even touch the floor in this thing. ah … much better. ❜

            what a fool. the moment that indra was lowered onto the large seat, he tilted it over, sliding her towards the floor while she wasn’t grasping onto it.

            “ ah ... much better. “

          the chair was quickly withdraw, let to roll behind viktor. with gentle kick backwards, viktor hit the pedal again, and the chair shot up just in time for him to seat himself. he folded his hands over his lap.

       viktor sat across from his coworker in the staff lounge. aizawa looked how he felt. but always. it was a slight bit concerning.

          he placed his hands on the back of the leather computer chair, looking down at the woman. despite the annoyed tone of his voice, only amusement showed in his eyes. what a pest.

           the enormous man immediately knelt down, not wishing to frighten the girl. he kept his distance.

        “ are you waiting for someone? “

          blue hair.

        “ did you over use your quirk again, young one? “ he kept a hush voice. he did not know if denki had a headache or what. 

         where the u.a staff really just...like this? (and he thought he had a bad sleep pattern...)

        admittedly the comment felt redundant; it was present mic. of course he was loud. very loud. but that didn’t stop the 3-days-without-rest teacher from making a comment on it.