#shellshead

          the tag’s caught between his fingers. thumb & index pressing into the note as he reads over the scribbled script.  huh  ------. a knee knocks into the wood of the table as he first leans into it before shifting enough to see the bulk of the cabinets. where allegedly, if the note’s to be believed, stark had restocked hizashi’s cache. he doesn’t check ---- doesn’t see a need too, but it does lead him down the already presumed notion that there’s more than meets the eye when it came to the hothead. a smirk forms as he puts the little tab back onto the cup before promptly picking it up & taking a much-needed drag. 

          it’s not bad ---- far from it in fact. & in whole, it’s something he does appreciate on a base level. there’s nothing to be said about the lack of honorifics. what someone calls him has never been something he much bothered with. so, if that’s what stark wanted to address him by, then so be it. no harm no foul. 

          there is, however, a moment where aizawa contemplates over what to do next in regards to paying him back. taking a few extra minutes than originally planned, aizawa makes another cup, grabs the breakfast that’d been forced upon him from a local bakery & heads out the door ------ down the hall & directly into the early class stark’s supposed to be leading. he leaves both. a sticky note pilfered from the desk & leaves a simple thanks in response stuck to bag. 

pokes his eye

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Status:  𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

Can I confess I just love the way you play Tony? Your endless love for Tony is super infectious! And that in itself is the most magical thing ever, as it shows in everything you write. There’s this extra depth to your portrayal of his character that I rarely see captured, and it’s great. By now, I’ve probably stalked the majority of your threads fyi. Okay, and I love seeing you on my dash.

❝ Fine, I’ll play fair, that’s not entirely accurate… the new job is hazardous, rest assured. ❞ A lie, of sorts, but she’s already established her alibi.

          little to no heed is given at the sound of the door opening & then closing. nor does he even bat an eye at the sharp sound of a creaking chair as the other teacher takes residence upon it. it wasn’t uncommon for the other faculty members to swoop in & claim whatever was open in the lounge. it’s just something he’s grown accustomed too over the years. he, however, falters at the voice ----- his mind helpfully recognizing it as starks’ ----- & only after he’s set his pen aside, does he look up.