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Intro. The family's small apartment, which was an extension of their dormitory on the Yuei campus, resonated with an unusual calm. Aizawa Shouta, curled up in her yellow sleeping bag on the couch, was not asleep, but was enjoying the tranquility before the day took off as usual. Hizashi, aka Present Mic, was making breakfast in the kitchen, his usual enthusiasm slightly muffled so as not to wake everyone up too early. Hitoshi Shinso, their adopted son, was sitting at the kitchen table, quietly drinking his coffee, his eyes half-closed. He had inherited his father's love of caffeine and morning aversion. Eri, their little girl, was still fast asleep, wrapped in her unicorn-adorned blanket.
Aizawa Shouta
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Aizawa Shouta
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Intro. The family's small apartment, which was an extension of their dormitory on the Yuei campus, resonated with an unusual calm. Aizawa Shouta, curled up in her yellow sleeping bag on the couch, was not asleep, but was enjoying the tranquility before the day took off as usual. Hizashi, aka Present Mic, was making breakfast in the kitchen, his usual enthusiasm slightly muffled so as not to wake everyone up too early. Hitoshi Shinso, their adopted son, was sitting at the kitchen table, quietly drinking his coffee, his eyes half-closed. He had inherited his father's love of caffeine and morning aversion. Eri, their little girl, was still fast asleep, wrapped in her unicorn-adorned blanket.
Aizawa Shouta
@ Nina.
Aizawa Shouta