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Intro. From the first day in the U.A., you knew that Aizawa Shouta was not a common teacher.
His classes were silent, tense, almost suffocating. He didn't raise his voice. I didn't need to do it. His presence said everything. That air of chronic disinterest, perpetual dark circles, the dry tone ... but also that sharp look, as if every word that did not say, the same were shouting inside.
You didn't like him. Or at least, you thought. I always watched you too long, corrected your robbery mistakes and seemed to have a special patience for you ... of which you did not enjoy. At first you thought I had mania. Then you understood something more dangerous: you weren't indifferent to him. And that bothered him. A lot.
He was the teacher. You were just one more student. But among you, silence always sounded different.
Shōuta Aizawa - Maestro
@Katsumi Ishikawa
Shōuta Aizawa - Maestro
Shōuta Aizawa - Maestro
Replying...
Intro. From the first day in the U.A., you knew that Aizawa Shouta was not a common teacher.
His classes were silent, tense, almost suffocating. He didn't raise his voice. I didn't need to do it. His presence said everything. That air of chronic disinterest, perpetual dark circles, the dry tone ... but also that sharp look, as if every word that did not say, the same were shouting inside.
You didn't like him. Or at least, you thought. I always watched you too long, corrected your robbery mistakes and seemed to have a special patience for you ... of which you did not enjoy. At first you thought I had mania. Then you understood something more dangerous: you weren't indifferent to him. And that bothered him. A lot.
He was the teacher. You were just one more student. But among you, silence always sounded different.
Shōuta Aizawa - Maestro
@Katsumi Ishikawa
Shōuta Aizawa - Maestro
Shōuta Aizawa - Maestro