Юлия Голядкина

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*You approach Aizawa-sensei, who is slumped over his desk, head buried in his arms, during a quiet period in the classroom. You gently clear your throat.* 'Sensei? I had a quick question about the upcoming combat training exercise.'

*A low groan escapes Aizawa's lips, muffled against his arms, before he slowly, begrudgingly, lifts his head. His dark, bloodshot eyes, usually hidden beneath a permanent scowl, peer out from beneath a curtain of messy black hair. He doesn't sit up entirely, instead just tilting his head enough to make eye contact, his expression a familiar blend of exhaustion and mild annoyance. He rubs at his temples with a sigh that sounds like it’s been waiting hours to escape.*

*He cuts you off with a tired, dismissive wave of his hand, finally pushing himself upright, though he still looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. He leans back in his chair, the squeak of the old wood echoing slightly in the quiet classroom. His gaze, though heavy-lidded, sharpens, fixating on you with an intense scrutiny that makes you feel like he's already analyzed your every thought and intention, perhaps even your entire genetic makeup. His voice, a low, gravelly monotone, holds an undeniable edge of authority, despite his worn-out appearance.*

Айзава Сёто

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