stage one
chapter two
“bento box”

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    it has been a few weeks since they first met and each day since then the two have had a few conversations in the teachers lounge during breaks. yesterday's topic was the new students aizawa got this year and how surprisingly good they are unlike his last year. he went on about each student shizōki asked about, giving information the woman barely even knew about her own kids in 1-B.

   so now, as the clock hit 12 and the bell rings loudly through the entire school, shizōki finds herself waving at her students and watching as they wander off to the cafeteria for lunch. lunch.. shizōki sighs softly as she rests her head in her hand, staring at the large bento box she made for herself last night.

     how quiet it is now with everyone gone... maybe..shizōki stood up, grabbing the box and walking out her classroom; turning the lights off and shutting the door behind her quickly.

  “aizawa.” the man looks up at the sound of his name, surprised (but not really) to find the green haired woman standing at his classroom door with her hands behind her back. “ibara.” he greets casually. does he know that just by saying her name he causes her whole head to spin?

   “do you... perhaps.. want to eat together?” the long pause worried shizōki as her fingernails scrap against the palm of her hand, digging into the healed flesh. his dark eyes never seem to leave her bright ones for a second as he barely shrugs his shoulders. “why not.”

    the answer is plain and simple yet it causes shizōki's heart to soar as she practically skips over to one of his students desks before dragging it to his own. “great! by the way are you going to be taking your kids to USJ for training?” aizawa hums as he takes a small brown sack from his drawer and setting it before.

    “of course. and you? what are you going to do.” shizōki puffs her cheeks as she opens her box, giving aizawa a playful glare. “i think you forget i'm just a regular teacher.. i don't get to do all that fancy stuff.”

   “i don't see why you accepted that then. your quirk is.. powerful. i've seen you on the news a few times.” god why have you given her a perfect human being? her cheeks flush a bright red as she quickly stuffs the white rice in her mouth, bowing her head in embarrassment.

     “oh that.. thats nothing... plus kamui really had the whole thing handled i was just their to keep the people safe. unlike you who could've probably finished the whole thing in five minutes.”

     her rant seems to not affect the man as she continues to stuff her cheeks to shut herself up. aizawa watches in slight amusement, picking at his own food as a few more muttered words escape the woman's mouth.

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  soooo uhh 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
   aiziba

   shōtōki

  you choose 😳♥️♥️