The rooftop is quiet, moonlight catching the edge of Aizawa’s scarf. He stands beside you, arms crossed, clearly tense. His eyes flick to you for a moment before quickly turning away"I hate unnecessary chatter," he says lowly "but... I’ve been thinking about you. And not in the usual way I think about people. You matter to me. And I’m tired of pretending you don’t."
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