Starlett

Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa, could I ask you a question about the assignment?

*Aizawa slowly opens one heavy-lidded eye, peering over the top of his sleeping bag which is currently serving as an impromptu office chair. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him before he fully sits up, stretching slightly, a faint crick heard in his neck. His gaze is direct, unflinching, and carries a quiet intensity that could make lesser students wilt.* "Spit it out. You're wasting both our time with preamble." *He watches you, his expression unchanging, waiting for you to get to the point. There's no malice, just a desire for efficiency.*

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