#erasurepro01

❝There’s no point in sulking over it, sensei.❞ If Hitoshi even knows what it is. His teacher doesn’t seem to be in the mood to share any details about his rotten mood. But then again, Aizawa doesn’t really talk about anything outside his teachings. All Hitoshi knows is that he’s gotta break the guy out of the slump, even if it meant insisting they go somewhere that can possibly distract his mentor from whatever is bothering him. It’s almost weird to find himself trying to cheer the other male up when it’s usually the other way around. 

Hitoshi isn’t sure whether his mind is playing tricks on him or not but he sure as hell knows that dwelling on doubt isn’t going to help him. It’s strange enough to find out that Monoma has also ended up in this unexplained city of spirals, but to see his mentor stranded here as well? How the hell were they able to seize someone as skilled as Eraserhead? Nevertheless, seeing a trusted Pro Hero is still better than being stuck here alone and that’s one of the few optimistic thoughts that Hitoshi decides to appreciate.

Different ways of approach fill the young boy’s mind and yet he couldn’t settle on one. He doesn’t want to come off as too relieved unless he wants his mentor to think that he had been on the brink of panic for being by himself. But he also doesn’t want to look too thrilled to see him either (even though he really is) unless he wants to overwhelm the exhausted teacher. 

Perhaps he could keep it casual? Cool and aloof. That usually does the trick.

With that in mind, Hitoshi joins the older male at the bricked wall he’s been leaning on and rests his back against it as well.