(  @goldgoggles  )

                    ❛ Please, don’t. ❜

          DEEP VOICE ESCHEWED SUBTLE LIPS ALMOST INSTANTANEOUSLY, in an attempt to exude aleviation to the fellow teacher. De facto, gratitude was unnecessary regarding such crucial circumstance, or any situation that would include the vaunted Number One Hero providing his services. He is a Beacon of Hope and a pillar of mankind — it is his duty to bring peace to the entirety of the world. And this time, it was no exception. In fact, it was far worse that he had anticipated; the actualization of a nightmare. To have his valuable students; youth incarnated into numerous frames being in jeopardy – having their lives in danger and at the mercy of villainism. Words cannot describe or depict the exasperation; the fury against those who seek to harm the upcoming generation. And the rage to behold his fellow mentors in such horrid condition. Only with the mere contemplation of having the worst case scenario happening (  worse than this  ) was making his blood boil. But alas, he had to retain his temper, for the sake of providing assurance. For the sake of displaying why he is known as the ‘ Symbol of Peace ‘. And normally with a habitual smile engraved upon his face.

          But this time, there was no such customary formation sketched upon his face. This time, its impossiblility was too strong that eventually overwhelmed the exuberant and confident facade, and replaced it with truthful inner emotions manifested. --- Anger illustrated upon an empty canvas; a rarity for anyone to behold. (  or at least for those who haven’t lost consciousness  ) 

          Even so, he managed to emerge as the conqueror without divulging the arcanum behind such unimpeded and dauntless figure. And right now he is sitting upon a stool, alone with his severely injured comrade laying on a bed beside him. A fatigue and lanky caricature,  nothing in contrast to the man that everyone values. And yet, that man --- that skeletal frame of a man had managed to save his ally, Aizawa Shouta. Regardless of the consequences that hsi own body will -- or more likely had received, the man behind the individuality of ALL MIGHT, Toshinori Yagi -- was relieved. Beholden and relieved. And of course, same goes for his students, inasmuch as his worriment over them was also present. Despite the limitations of his body, he was capable of saving everyone; just like he always does. Just like the Hero that he is vaunted for. And just like the man that he always wished to be and he already is.

          Henceforth, with his deep voice echoing the atmosphere, he raised one slender limb, as an open palm was adjusted in a biddable manner atop Eraserhead’s shoulder, in an attempt to enhance the sentiment of relief and mindful enough not to increase the physical pain or deteriorate his situation any further. It was a silent sign, beckoning the obvious;

                                                   He is here.

…… please, shut up about it.

BETRAYED BY HIS LOVER / @goldgoggles / always accepting

👀

     “ GEEZ, about time. i’ve been trying to get ahold of you for like, two hours ! “ it’s been about 3 minutes, but she doesn’t actually care on that. “ you gave me your number to call you if i had any, uh ... costume ideas, right? that’s still fine, right ? “

          there’s a pause.

       “ whatever. i had an idea, i think. do you wanna go get some lunch and talk it over ? “

      a smile tenders the jagged angles of his face, twitches at the edges when he feels a fit of laughter coming on & he has to cover his mouth to muffle it in fear of waking his fellow teacher. though over the clamor that is his snoring, he’s not sure if he’d even be heard. snoring !  for some reason, he’d never imagined aizawa to be much of a snorer. he must’ve been exhausted, far more so than usual. laughter dwindles into a quiet chuckle; he’s cautious when he gets up & takes equal caution when he covers the other with another blanket. hovers for a moment; then, satisfied, the former number settles back down with half-finished lesson plans in hand, a protective presence through & through, his words hardly audible,  

“ rest well, aizawa-kun. you more than deserve it. ”

aizawa as dva