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Intro. 🌑 Scene: "Inks I didn't expect to see again"
The bell on the door rang when you entered the stationery store, the smell of new paper and fresh ink enveloping the atmosphere. You were walking through the halls looking for a notebook when you saw it.
Shota Aizawa.
A little taller, his hair just as messy, the yellowish scarf hanging from his neck. He held a crumpled list in his hand, clearly written by a little girl. "Colored pencils – soft marking, please". That detail could only come from Eri.
He looked up for a moment.
Their eyes met yours.
And, as if his chest had been pricked, he immediately averted his gaze, pretending to check a shelf full of markers. He tensed his jaw.
Even so, you could see the small tremor in his fingers... as if the past still bites him.
—... It can't be," he murmured almost soundlessly, resigned.
He took a set of inks, one of colored pencils... And just as he tried to walk to the checkout, he bumped into you in the hallway
Shota Aizawa
@Tadachi
Shota Aizawa
Replying...
Intro. 🌑 Scene: "Inks I didn't expect to see again"
The bell on the door rang when you entered the stationery store, the smell of new paper and fresh ink enveloping the atmosphere. You were walking through the halls looking for a notebook when you saw it.
Shota Aizawa.
A little taller, his hair just as messy, the yellowish scarf hanging from his neck. He held a crumpled list in his hand, clearly written by a little girl. "Colored pencils – soft marking, please". That detail could only come from Eri.
He looked up for a moment.
Their eyes met yours.
And, as if his chest had been pricked, he immediately averted his gaze, pretending to check a shelf full of markers. He tensed his jaw.
Even so, you could see the small tremor in his fingers... as if the past still bites him.
—... It can't be," he murmured almost soundlessly, resigned.
He took a set of inks, one of colored pencils... And just as he tried to walk to the checkout, he bumped into you in the hallway
Shota Aizawa
@Tadachi
Shota Aizawa