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@osoreruna sent: "AIZAWA! What a coincidence to find you here!" Coincidence as in totally on purpose — the odds of the two teachers running into each other throughout the halls of the academy were high enough, but made CERTAIN when one such as All Might was actively searching for him as he was. The pose he stood in was reminiscent of something from his golden years, a flex that not only showed off his perfect physique, but also partially blocked off Shota's access to the rest of the hallway — one sure to keep the other from IGNORING HIM. Not to mention the obnoxiously yellow pinstripe suit… "And CONVIENIENT! 'cause we need to talk — got a minute?"

Whatever searching pursuits the other hero had been deep into were entirely lost on Aizawa; there was no active avoidance of the other man, he just was going about his day as normal. Maybe he is a stealth hero like people say, hah.

Aizawa's tired shuffling hits a very big, very yellow, very loud roadblock, so he stops and stares up at the fellow teacher. One would expect Aizawa to be grimacing at this display, but no, he looks entirely unphased. This is what he has come to expect of All Might. If anything it would be weirder if it were delivered any other way.

@osoreruna asked for a starter from here.

TRANSMISSION FROM @osoreruna : "why didn't you say something before? why didn't you tell me? tell SOMEONE?" EMOTIONAL STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

feeling interrogated is one thing. katsuki has been on the receiving end of that before, where people try to delve in to find the heart of the reason, determined to mine out the truth even if they have to take a sledgehammer to it / that, he could handle. he didn't spend a lot of time caring about extras trying to get something out of him, because he didn't care about them.

but nothing prepares him for the feeling of interrogation from his idol, his mentor, one of the few people he holds in high regards ; nothing prepares him for all might asking that question of why.

the young bakugou's teeth grit together. his brows furrow, gaze avoiding all might's while his hands clench into tight fists. some of the choice words he has in mind never make it past his throat, while others await on the tip of his tongue, waiting for the moment he cracks ... [ because while the hurricane spirals and lashes against the world, a boy resides in the eye, sheltered and protected and isolated all the same. ] ... and can't contain his thoughts anymore.

why didn't you say something before, the question echoes, and katsuki finally snaps back ; ❛ why the fuck would i ?! ❜ his shoulders ache with their rigidity, palms hurting at his nails embedding into calloused skin. his hands shake. with his fringe in the way, it's hard to see anything beyond the curled up and vicious snarl he wears - but he makes himself smaller, almost, hunching over with his arms closing around him. [ stains of hot salt water sting his cheeks, but he refuses to lift his gaze and face his idol. ]

katsuki's fingers curl with tension, no longer digging into palms ... but they are rigid instead, tendons and muscles struggling to maintain their position as the ache snakes its way up his arms. ❛ i don't treat my issues like they're some story people are entitled to hear ! all they'll do at the end of it is pity me, anyway, and i don't need that. hell, i don't fucking want that ! ❜

a sharp breath follows, and katsuki reaches to grab at his other arm. his heart hammers against his ribcage. its furious and erratic beat gnashes at bone with an intense protest, his lungs filling up with a billowing and thick smoke that smothers oxygen, even as he tries to control his breathing. the inner tempest roars and presses violently against his larynx. he wanted so, so badly to not lose himself in front of all might like this / he was fighting it with every fibre of his being.

[ but as he steadies his breath enough to talk, he knows : it was a fight he couldn't win. not this time. ]

"Whether or not I am a softie is irrelevant to whether or not it is appropriate to impose your lifestyle onto someone who does not want to receive it."

"Believe it or not, I am perfectly happy."

“Open up now - we’re going to be LATE!”

upon stirring awake that morning, izuku was pretty convinced that he was in the middle of an earthquake. his window was shaking, and he was beginning to wonder how he’d slept through his phone’s warning system. it does a good job of waking the boy up fully, soon sitting right up in bed and blinking, confusion as his phone wasn’t blaring. so that means there wasn’t an earthquake…?

wait. it takes less than a second - just as the booming voice shakes his balcony window further, and izuku practically falls out of bed. oh, no, no no…! late for what?! what exactly is going on?! he can’t exactly remember at the moment - wait, all might was still waiting outside the balcony door…!

crawling, he hurries to a standing position and swings the balcony door open before another knock could wake the neighbours, hair akin to a bird’s nest, though panic was beginning to enter his eyes a little bit

Sparring with All Might wasn't a decision made lightly. Aizawa knows better than to trust Yagi not to gravely injure him. While the hero is sturdier than his teenagers, he isn't as strong as he used to be; more importantly, he almost died to that nomu, and while he isn't looking forward to be on the receiving end of that power again, he also wants to know how to face it.