#logicalruses

   A neon glow washed over the interior of the small booth shortly after deft fingers flicked the light switch. Once it stammered a time or two, the buzz of the bright ON AIR sign sounded like home. “ This-” his grin turned to Shōta while he gestured to the interior of the room, “is where the magic happens.” He beelines for a cabinet behind the recording space, pulling open a drawer stuffed to the brim. “We’ll go live in twenty minutes. I usually stick with modern stuff but I think this warrants a special occasion.” He whipped out a Twenty-Five Anniversary Queen album, waggling his eyebrows as he held it under his chin. “I know this isn’t really your thing, but is there something you’d like me to add to the roster tonight? ” His excitement at having convinced his friend to be here is only second to actually seeing him in the studio, attempting to keep his energy to a minimum (and failing miserably) for the sake of Shōta’s comfort.

aizawa’s would be all black with a little bit of grey because he wouldn’t give up his damn scarf

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With class over for the day, it was odd to see any students hanging around within the main building, though it wasn’t unheard of as some had formed their own clubs or other after-school activities. Aizawa, thankfully, rarely had to speak with any of the students outside of school hours, but he spent a majority of the rest of his day at the school for other reasons.

It was simply easier to grade papers and clean up if it was done after class was over so he usually stayed once everyone had already left. At this point, the sun was sinking below the horizon and the sky was during dark shades of red and orange, which signaled it was time for him to finally pick up his things and leave.

There was nothing odd about this. Locking up the classroom, the teacher turned and readjusted the satchel on his shoulder before his eyes landed on a figure standing in the hall and he froze mid-step.

It was a student, dark hair and sharp features, standing in the middle of the hall, looking a little more than confused.

Aizawa could brush off not recognizing the student immediately as them having been from one of the other classes as he wasn’t entirely familiar with those in 1-b, but in truth, the teen looked a little too familiar for his comfort. And either way, it was far too late for any student to be in the school; they should have all been in their dorms by now.

( but imagine aizawa walking in and seeing all of them? then just slowly backing out bc please no. jk, jk, he loves his kids )

you. you get a pat on the head. he likes you. a+ student