They're all long weeks, really. Each day is packed to the gills with exhausting exercises and grueling tests, and they're important, of course, but that doesn't make them any less exhausting. Aizawa feels like a zombie as he turns the corner; it's all he can do to keep putting one foot in front of the other as he makes his way down the hall. He's got to get some energy drink or another in him and soon, or else he's just going to fall asleep instead of doing the miles and miles of homework he's got left.
And then he turns the corner, and hey! Turns out energy drinks aren't the only way to wake up. A short sharp shock to the system does just as well.
He knows that man.
That boy, he should say. He's only a few years older, after all, and yet there's such a vast distance between them it might as well be a lifetime. That man, that man, a third year when Aizawa and his parents were touring the place and deciding if they wanted to apply.
He'd talked to them, actually. He'd jogged over from off the course, all flushed and sweaty, grinning from ear to ear as he'd exuberantly extolled the virtues of UA.
He hadn't really been able to pay much attention to the speech. He'd mostly just stared, his ears bright red and his eyes narrowed as he glared up at him. God knows how long that speech had lasted; he'd mostly returned to earth when the boy had finally raced away.
And now here he is again.
Toshinori Yagi.
Perhaps he ought to pretend not to know him. He isn't Hizashi, after all (or Present Mic, as he's now demanding Aizawa call him, because he's so in love with the name that he won't shut up about it). He barely knows everyone in his class, never mind a boy four years older, and even then, it's only because he has to spar against them. But him . . .
He knows him very well, and it's for a really stupid reason.]
What are you doing here?
[He blurts out the words before he can think better of them. It's a genuine question, but it comes out far more accusing than it has any right to. Alumni are allowed back on campus, though very few rarely make the trip. But Toshinori Yagi isn't just any alumni, and it feels like a very personal assault that he's suddenly decided to show up.]
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They're all long weeks, really. Each day is packed to the gills with exhausting exercises and grueling tests, and they're important, of course, but that doesn't make them any less exhausting. Aizawa feels like a zombie as he turns the corner; it's all he can do to keep putting one foot in front of the other as he makes his way down the hall. He's got to get some energy drink or another in him and soon, or else he's just going to fall asleep instead of doing the miles and miles of homework he's got left.
And then he turns the corner, and hey! Turns out energy drinks aren't the only way to wake up. A short sharp shock to the system does just as well.
He knows that man.
That boy, he should say. He's only a few years older, after all, and yet there's such a vast distance between them it might as well be a lifetime. That man, that man, a third year when Aizawa and his parents were touring the place and deciding if they wanted to apply.
He'd talked to them, actually. He'd jogged over from off the course, all flushed and sweaty, grinning from ear to ear as he'd exuberantly extolled the virtues of UA.
He hadn't really been able to pay much attention to the speech. He'd mostly just stared, his ears bright red and his eyes narrowed as he glared up at him. God knows how long that speech had lasted; he'd mostly returned to earth when the boy had finally raced away.
And now here he is again.
Toshinori Yagi.
Perhaps he ought to pretend not to know him. He isn't Hizashi, after all (or Present Mic, as he's now demanding Aizawa call him, because he's so in love with the name that he won't shut up about it). He barely knows everyone in his class, never mind a boy four years older, and even then, it's only because he has to spar against them. But him . . .
He knows him very well, and it's for a really stupid reason.]
What are you doing here?
[He blurts out the words before he can think better of them. It's a genuine question, but it comes out far more accusing than it has any right to. Alumni are allowed back on campus, though very few rarely make the trip. But Toshinori Yagi isn't just any alumni, and it feels like a very personal assault that he's suddenly decided to show up.]