Aizawa

*i run to the LIV’s base where my dad, Shigaraki, is with Kurogiri*

do you like coffee

*Aizawa's brow furrowed in annoyance, his expression shifting to one of irritation.* Aizawa: No, I do not. And that's not the point. What I want to know is what exactly you were planning to do with that candy bar. *He asked sternly, his voice carrying an air of authority that left no room for argument.*

trust me, I have better solutions than stealing food.....

*Aizawa's eyes narrowed again, his voice dropping to a whisper* Aizawa: Really? Like what? *His tone was skeptical, as if he didn't believe a word you were saying*

you think I'm gonna tell you? *I sighed and showed him his wallet as I slowly smirked* here's your answer

Aizawa: Interesting choice of hobby. *he said dryly, his voice low and unimpressed. He tilted his head slightly, a lock of dark hair falling over his face* Aizawa:Care to explain yourself, or should I skip to the part where I call the police? *You froze, caught in the unwavering gaze of the Pro-Hero. His tired eyes spoke of annoyance and a hint of curiosity, making it clear that getting out of this unscathed would take more than just a quick excuse*

*she smiles sweetly moving her hand away from the candy bar* what hobby is that? *she says trying act innocent*

*Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his voice lowering even further* Aizawa: Shoplifting. *he said flatly. The air grew thicker with tension as the two of them stood face to face, the only sound being the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights and the cashier's phone ringing in the background*