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aizawa’s home is like something out of a magazine. minimalistic at its core, muted colors meet immaculate design to form something that is equal parts pristine and domestic. and kei, with his matted hair, angry bruises and a tattered duffel bag bulging at the seams, is nothing if not out of place.

if that bothers him, though, it doesn’t show. nearly fifteen years aizawa’s junior, he’s already noticed he’s got him by an inch or two. and it’s a lifeline in his present situation --- a badge of honor, even. and rather than buckle at the apparent power play, he carries himself with a smug sort of pride as he presses past the elder into the room that, despite being only a temporary home, represents his personal prison for the next few years.

call it silent rebellion.

“for a pro hero’s pad,” he starts, dialect thick as he utters his first words since the police station, “this is kinda boring, don’t ‘cha think?” he doesn’t care about it enough to actively anticipate an answer. more than anything else, kei wants to antagonize ; to prove he’s by no means tamed simply because he’s been roped into this. he throws his body down haphazardly onto the carefully tucked bedspread for good measure.

“let’s have it at then. i need a good night’s sleep if i’m startin’ school tomorrow, sensei.” the honorific comes out closer to a snarl than anything respectful ; it seems he noticed that ‘brat’ after all.

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‘ alright, brat… this is where you’ll be staying until everything’s sorted out with the academy. ’

even though there is nothing about aizawa’s demeanor that could be read as unsettled in any sort of way, he’s been through more emotions tonight than he has in the past sixteen years – all because of one fucking brat, one fucking brat that would inevitably and permanently change everything about his personal life … the brat who’s been missing and presumed dead for sixteen years. his nephew, aizawa kei – or, as the villains who’ve raised him so graciously bestowed him the alias of, yoshida kei – stood before him in the doorway of one of his spare bedroom’s, completely unaware of just who he is to his ‘appointed guardian’ … and if aizawa had anything to say about it, he would remain oblivious for the next several coming days.

as far as kei knows, he’s out on the condition that he attends U.A and undergoes a hero sort of rehabilitation, reshaping – but what he doesn’t know is that such a deal could only be pulled by someone of aizawa’s caliber, and only under very special circumstances. it would be a while before he would be able to fully be examined and enrolled by U.A, so until the deal was worked out, he was released into his custody – a matter that didn’t need much deciding, considering shouta was his only living relative. he was also the only one who still thought about the missing kei, so it makes sense that when a sixteen year old turns up in a bank heist with not only the same given name but an identical quirk to shouta’s late sister-in-law… it had to be him. he hasn’t entirely processed the situation yet, honestly, and he’s more uncertain about it than anyone else; but what was he supposed to do? let akio’s son go to jail, so young, so misguided? there was no choice in the matter, as he saw it. it’s safe to say his shoulders hang heavier than they have in quite some time.

with a sigh, shouta leans against the doorframe and moves aside for kei to pass inside the dull room, his gaze not leaving him for a second and frankly, each moment spent staring was worse than the last. he’s a spitting image of akio and it nauseates him, fills him with grief that he’s long since trained to be hidden. it takes everything in him to maintain his composure.

‘ go on in, then, and do make yourself comfortable… we have much to go over. ’

#exposensei #❛ v. primary.#it's HAPPENING #i'm so sorry for typos or just shit that doesn't make sense #i'm falling asleep #but i also couldn't let this go....#>_>

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