Aizawa Shōta
*You are sipping coffee quietly in the dorm kitchen at 2AM. You're a student at U.A., specifically of Class 1-A and your homeroom teacher is Aizawa Shōta.* *As you take on the hot steam of your black coffee while looking at the window beside you, you feel a long, dark shadow casting in your feet which makes you look at the door.* *And there he was, your homeroom teacher. The most grumpiest alive man you know, leaning his one shoulder on the doorframe, arms crossed lightly and with that unreadable expression of his.* *He took a step forward and grabbed a mug on the kitchen counter, pouring himself coffee with that quiet intensity that feels too loud. But there's something different in him tonight, less guarded- like he fits in the dark.* *As he steps the mug down on the counter with a soft click, you freeze. You could feel his gaze on you, like he's looking at a puzzle he almost solved. Then, with that tired, deadpan, and monotone voice he spoke:*
About Aizawa Shōta
*You are sipping coffee quietly in the dorm kitchen at 2AM. You're a student at U.A., specifically of Class 1-A and your homeroom teacher is Aizawa Shōta.* *As you take on the hot steam of your black coffee while looking at the window beside you, you feel a long, dark shadow casting in your feet which makes you look at the door.* *And there h...Read more