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This wasn’t a shock to anyone whenever she’d do something like this, especially to him considered they worked next to each other, and he seemed to be pretty  much use to her shenanigans. However, that never stopped her from bracing herself incase he was ever in a sour mood, but that didn’t appear to be the case today much to her own pleasure. 

She was quick to pull out her little pile of unfinished papers during his moment of stretching, dropping the pin covered messenger bag that normally accompanied her everywhere under the table to keep it out of the way. The moment  his arms caged her in and he leaned forward there was a hushed appreciative hum that escaped the woman, sinking back just a touch into the heat that came with his chest pressed into her back. 

Not wanting to sit idle for, too, long not another second was wasted before returning to the unfinished workload that now rested on the edge of the table without a peep. With the fatigue making it difficult to focus fully on the scribbled on sheets that she was supposed to be working on, she did find her eyes shifting over to watch him work from time to time, not exactly reading what was on whatever page he had, but just watching his hand and pen move.

Kari/ @spooksandshxtguns cont from [X]

With how invested he was in the work splayed out across the table, he hardly noticed her, didn't even see her coming through the curtain of raven hair flopped over his face, completely sealing off the sides of his vision while hyper focused.

The first thing he would notice was the shuffling of feet as she was already close enough to situate herself on his lap, leaning back on the chair with a rather lavish stretch of the arms over his head and an audible covered yawn, he allowed it, since this had been something they had done before, he wasn't going to protest, it wasn't like she was being too inconvenient.

Waiting until she had settled, Aizawa leaned back in again, his chest pushing against her while both arms almost trapped Kari between them, resuming his work without uttering a single word.

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Shota Aizawa/ @erxsxre Cont. From X

There was a moment of relief when he actually accepted the assistance she was offering, however once again, it was a short lived moment. Whatever it was in his brain that kept him pushing until he couldn’t anymore, and even past then, astonished her. If he kept this up that sleep would come sooner than he thought if he actually passed out..

The second his dead weight pushed off her small frame, Kari was quick to look at him with a disquieted expression, staying close to his side knowing darn well that this probably wasn’t going to be the only time he stumbled like that. Why couldn’t he see that his body was forcing itself by this point?! Or did he, and he just took this as another personal endurance training method? Whatever it was, she wasn’t just going to let him do this to himself without at least trying to reason with him. 

“I am well aware that ‘help’ isn’t something that is in your personal dictionary, but you may want to think about possibly penciling it in..” Her tone came across surprisingly stern, usually not one to use such a tone of voice unless necessary. 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we aren’t on the battlefield right now, and even if we were, how long do you think you would be able to last in such a state? If you were one of your students, would you allow them to drain themselves in such a way that they couldn’t protect themselves or anyone around them for more than maybe a few minutes? The only thing you’re at risk of right now is falling over and not being able to get back up.” She paused for a mere second to catch her breath, inhaling and exhaling through her nose to take a calming breath so not to get too heated with him. Not that she was mad at him to begin with, really it was just concern.

“You’re not a machine, Shota.. You’re still human, and your body still has a limit and can only handle so much no matter how much you push it..”

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Shota Aizawa/ @erxsxre Cont. From X

As much as people thought she got overwhelmed by the amount of work he poured on her, it was the exact opposite. She enjoyed having things to do, regardless of how tedious it could be at times, she knew exactly what she was signing up for when the time was volunteered. It wasn’t a secret that he would go back and revise what he took off her, she’d caught a glimpse of it before when handing back assignments, but that was something that would also go unsaid. Never minded it to begin with, it was his class after all, she was just there to assist where he wanted her to. 

“Shouldn’t take long to go through them if they’re from his class. Usually the students do well in his lessons aside from a very small handful of them.” She mused, grabbing a clip to clamp the sheets together before he took them to keep them more organized. “Do you need anything else?”

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“why do you want to help me?”

How could someone be so stubborn and unwavering? Even when they're clearly falling over themselves with barely any physical strength left to hold themself upright? He'd been struggling most of the day to keep himself awake, even sending her on numerous trips to the overworked pot in the other room to get him yet another mug of the bitter black coffee he drank multiple times day in and day out, but it just still wasn't doing it. It was normal for Aizawa to be overworked, overly exasperated, hell the man barely gave himself time for a good night's sleep but he was usually still fairly alert.

She'd been keeping an eye on him, the faint shake of his hand when he wrote, the way his head slumped down and raised with a jerk when he caught himself nodding off, even the way he would lean against the wall during lessons more so than he usually would. It was all taken in, every last detail. He couldn't possibly keep up the façade much longer the more he pushed himself, right?

By the time the end of the day came and everyone had filtered out, she'd hung back to walk out with him as they'd done so many times before since he was usually the last to leave. He was still having a hard time moving, not much to lean on aside from the lampposts that were few and far between. On his last stumble, however, she moved into his side, wrapping one arm around her own shoulder and slipping one of her own around his middle to act like a crutch, or even just to give him something to help keep his balance.

"Because I actually care about you and your well being." The statement came out so simply, not second of hesitation, or even a thought to the answer. "I know you can handle yourself, but there's no shame in accepting a hand every now and again, everyone needs one, even heros."

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“No, I didn’t take anything with Johnny.” She answered simply, words slightly slurred together. Had she given him any context leading up to this conversation? Nope, none what so ever, so it came to no surprise to her little buzzed brain that he was confused as one could be. Hanging upside down on the sofa, knees draped over the back of it and her phone suspended above her face, Kari tilted her head back to look at her output with an amused grin. To ease some of his confusion, she turned her phone upwards just enough to show him an odd game that she had downloaded  for no other purpose other than boredom and curiosity.

“Defending demons in court is a lot harder than I originally anticipated. Almost won that one, too. Stupid imps.”

“I tried to be a lawyer to a demon yesterday and it would have worked if people hadn’t fucked shit up and tell the court things that got my client killed, dammit.” [idk what the fuck she's chatting]

"Woman, what the fuck are you chatting? Did Johnny convince you to take coke or something?"

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"How do you feel about me?"

There was a moment of silence from her, seemingly contemplating her words to be able to convey herself properly before leaning forward.

"There's a lot of things I could say, but I'll keep it as brief as I can. For one, I respect you and your dedication. You're always going above and beyond for the ones around you, never stopping to take a moment for yourself almost driving yourself into the ground on more than one occasion. Regardless of what you may call it, or how you look at it, I consider you a good friend, you have your ways about you that make it hard to read, but your intentions are usually good in some way shape or form, there's typically no ill-intent but rather an experience of learning and teaching whenever given the opportunity which ties into your dedication as an educator. I do worry about you not being selfish every now and again, to take even just a moment or an evening for yourself, but I do understand your reasonings. I would be lying to you if there wasn't a fondness of sorts for you mixed in, however I wouldn't let that influence or dictate certain actions or feelings since that would be a bit unprofessional of me. Bottom line is I enjoy having you around and I'm honored to be able to work with you, as much as you didn't want me around in the beginning."

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For every ☼ in my inbox, the muse has to tell you a fact about the mun.

"She's absolutely horrible about texting back sometimes. There's certain groups and individuals that she can get back to fairly quickly, but outside of that, she's a pain in the ass when it comes to texting."

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"I dare you to do all this paper work." *dumps a whole stack of papers to grade on the table*

"Finally.." Having just finished the half of massive stack of assignments she'd taken on to grade, Kari let out a sigh of relief that was clearly short lived the moment he'd plopped more in front of her. How did they have this many and were still behind!?

"I swear, you wait until I'm done and blissfully unaware that there's more." Scanning mismatched eyes over the sheets, her gaze quickly snapped back to him with a deadpanned stare, this was his half of the pile. Not that she minded helping him out, but the occasional heads up would be nice!

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“Oh good Gods help me now..” She muttered mostly to herself, but she couldn’t help a huffed out laugh and a shake of her head. “You are a menace of the best sorts, but I’m telling you now, the second I hear that man uwu in my general vicinity, I’m throwing something at him.” 

“Do NOT teach Garth owo culture please, I’m fairly certain the whiplash would instantly kill me.”

"You can't fucking stop me from spreading chaos wherever I wish to sow it, my dear. I'm going to make him the most uwu hunter out there."

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She would come home to find him dressed in a suit, lounging on the couch, offering a smile when he sees her. @gildedrxcker

Although she wasn't sure just how, but there were times she forgot he had a key to her place, always the forgetful one. When she first entered into her apartment, she wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings having been pilfering through her small black backpack trying to locate her phone. Something in her brain finally seemed to click into her surroundings that: One: The lights were on and she hadn't touched them, and two: there was that instinctive feeling that she wasn't alone.

Within an instant, her head snapped up to look his way pausing any movement what so ever seeing him. It didn't take long for a grin to find its way to her face, moving a little closer to him, eyeing him over a bit too stunned for words.

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Offers her a single rose, one that is almost glowing softly. @daxghterofdxrkness

@daxghterofdxrkness

An astonished stare was all she could muster for a few seconds, not really expecting anything since Valentine's Day wasn't always something they paid attention to. Gently taking the captivating flower between her fingers, she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Aya's cheek. "Thank you, Aya. Happy Valentine's day, Love."

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"I dare you to dress like a fro fro girl" He fixed her with a grin over the beer bottle he was drinking. @gildedrxcker

It had been a pretty chill evening, hanging out and drinking with him as they so often did. Tonight, however they'd decided to go back and forth with a friendly game of truth or dare, a bit of childish nostalgia she supposed, but she was all for it. Hearing his dare, however, the blonde stopped mid sip of her own beverage, top of the bottle pressed against her lips as she stared at him a bit bewildered not really expecting that one. Removing the glass from her lips she arched a brow over her brown eye. "Did you talk to my mom or something? She's been trying to get me to dress like that since I was 6."

"I don't even think I own anything like that, I'd have to actually go get something like that."

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"I don't see what you guys are talking about, I am not that bad when it comes to puns!"

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Reverse + [ sit ] — sender sits on receiver’s lap

Groggy, fatigued, drained, however one would want to describe the rough state that she appeared to be in, they'd all be correct. In order to try and take some of the work load off him so he could focus on more important matters, Kari had taken on quite a bit of paperwork, probably a bit more than she had anticipated. That being said, she was running on, at most, and hour and a half of sleep. Her normal perky, alert demeanor replaced with spaced out stare and slowed movements.

Meandering her way into the teachers lounge to try and finish up a few things before heading to the room, she was greeted with the sight of every other member of the faculty that had the same plan, taking up and occupying the tables and chairs with their own work while conversing, all except for one, Shota. As usual he was sat off in the back corner of the room, his usual sleepy stare as he tried to consume at least a cup or two of coffee before having to teach. Usual morning routine for him. Not much in the mood for excessive conversation, she made her way over to him taking note of the lack of extra seating at his table as she paused briefly for a moment of contemplation of her next action.

She was too tired to go off and find another seat, not that there were any to be spared, so in lapse of her better judgement, something she would typically never do to him without asking if she ever did, in one simple move she placed herself on his knee. Though somewhere in the back of her semi-conscious brain she had the full expectation of being shoved off, or even strung up by his scarf, her current thought process didn't give her the energy to particularly concern herself with the consequences right at this time.

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No particular reason, she’s just gonna go hide in a closet somewhere.. Definitely no reason behind it.

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He scoffed.

“No, I don’t ‘need a hug’; I’m just being honest. And if you think women understand emotions better, you oughta talk to my mom. Though that’s not really a woman thing, it’s more like a surgeon thing…”

“Oh I’d like talk to her about something...” She mostly muttered to herself. “Okay, so maybe not all of them, I’ll give you that one. Point being: You just need to find someone you’re comfortable with that doesn’t give a shit if you’re strong as a boulder or fragile like glass. If someone really cares? They’ll accept ya for you.”

"Ya'know there's no shame in admitting when you need a hug, right?"

“Uh, no shame if you’re a girl, you mean. Men have absolutely got to keep that to themselves, no one wants to deal with a guy getting all emotional, it’s embarrassing.”