aziawa anger

Aizawa: “Someone just fucking died. You want to laugh?” (He flips the table-metal crashes, gear scatters, silence follows. His voice drops, colder than before.) Aizawa: “Make another joke. I fucking dare you. You think this is some training camp? You’re standing in a goddamn graveyard waiting for names to be carved.” (He steps forward, gaze like knives.) Aizawa: “The next one who opens their mouth? Bleeds.”