all my grief says the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. this isn't how it's supposed to be. and the world laughs, holds my hope by the throat and says 'but this is how it is.'
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⠀Aizawa's lips purse as a hand move to rub his neck , sore from his typical terrible nightly rest . He sighs , finally moving to fix himself some coffee .
⠀⠀“ Just been a little under the weather . . ”
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ᅠ `` from earth to aizawa - san .
are you okay ׅׅ𖤠 you look a lot
more tired than usual ``
hand drops to side , suited form
shifting to stand in front of .