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It was hard to hold his eyes open at this point as the teacher straightened the last of the papers on his desk. It seemed tonight would be a night actually spent at home; that was if he could make it out the door before exhaustion persuaded him to stay.

A sudden knock on the open door frame startled him, though he made no movement other than to look over his shoulder and see who the visitor was. Surely all the students would have gone home by now and frankly, he was too tired for the children at the moment.

Well. The visitor in this case wasn’t much better than if it had been one of the students. Weary eyes met the sunglasses and he studied him for a second before turning his attention back to gathering his things.

The room was already spinning a bit and the music from the band in the corner warped as Laurette made his way across the bar, but that wasn’t going to stop him from having a few more drinks before he finally went home.

That was his main focus until his gaze landed on a familiar face sitting at one of the booths, the mound of bright purple completely unmistakable. Despite his better judgement, the small man swung himself into the opposite seat, a bottle of beer in his left hand.

Zenix had been incredibly quiet and almost lethargic for almost a week now so he had taken to going to sleep early and waking up late. 

It wasn’t odd for him to already be laying on the couch under the blanket, the edge pulled up over his head. It didn’t seem he was going to move off the couch until morning.

↠ unpopular opinions > accepting.

{ ok so i really hate the d.adzawa stuff bc I don’t feel like he’d act like that towards the students. i mean they have families and he’s only their teacher, it’d be really inappropriate for him to act like their parent.

SEND 📞 FOR MY MUSE’S RESPONSE TO YOURS CALLING THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

| accepting |

It was an easy night so far, and Aizawa was still on his patrol. It wasn’t too late yet, but that was only by his own standards. Easy nights made him uneasy though, it gave him a feeling something bigger was brewing. 

He was caught up in that exact speculation when he felt a familiar vibrating in his pocket. Sighing, he pulled his phone from his clothing to glance at the screen. Normally on patrol, he’d decline a call; but this call - it was from Mic. He didn’t have any reason to decline the call from his friend, after all.

um. cass why arent u sharing the anon hate with me i want some smh

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