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    Shouta's gaze moved to his hand, where a tiny, chubbier one wrapped around his index finger.

    He looked at the kid whose eyes are puffy, red, and shiny like he's been crying and giant green irises stared at Shouta’s hand with a level of focus that only a child can have. He turned his gaze to the mother intending to get her attention but the notion died as he scanned the woman, distracted with a not-so-good looking phone call if the worried frown pinching her face and her fingers wringing in the front of her cardigan is any indication.

    He sighed and let the kid play with his fingers, cooperating by turning his hand over when it was gently tugged, and watched the toddler count the lines on his palm in tiny murmurs and intense concentration, poking each one as he went, tired little sniffles every few seconds filling the silence. Looks like Shouta isn’t the only one who had a shitty day.

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    Aizawa Shouta, a new prohero, planned on getting some sleep on the train after a long exhausting day, like he always does, before heading back to the police station, but his plans get left at the train stop when a young mother and her toddler board his train.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    One for All is a haunted quirk. Midoriya Izuku is trying to navigate that while not making it obvious that he's being followed by seven or so ghosts at all times.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Traditions and codes were not unfamiliar to the Quirkless. Especially when they finally had other physical options, rather than the clunky red high-tops.

    It was just strange to see Izuku's own homeroom teacher performing them.

    or: izuku notices that aizawa performs the same little rituals that he does, and after so long, comes to a realization.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    The scrumpled piece of paper that hit Aizawa on the forehead and interrupted his slumber is on the floor between his feet. Emblazoned upon it are the words (or at least, approximations of them), 'wake the FUCK up'.

    “Who threw this?” he asks lowly. Suddenly, there’s something very interesting in the classroom - on the floor, the ceiling, out the window, anywhere, really, that isn’t Aizawa. Even Iida is looking straight ahead with a tight, pained expression, like he wants to tell the teacher desperately, but isn't going to. Aizawa is glad that he shares that with Tensei, at least - he isn’t a fucking snitch.

    “‘Wake’ isn’t spelt ‘w-a-c-h-e’. Whoever threw this is an idiot-”

    “You take that back, old man, or I’ll kill you,” Bakugo explodes and the room erupts in chaos.

    Fucking typical.

    All Aizawa wanted was a nap.

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    5 times Class 1-A wake Aizawa up + 1 time they let him sleep

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    28 May 2026

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    28 May 2026