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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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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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@erxsxre asked: [ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing. -reverse for Odette.

Formal meetings were certainly not his favorite, but first thing in the morning? To say she noticed him struggling some while still trying to wake himself up would have been putting it mildly. Crooked tie, partially lifted collar, and his top button was only partially pushed through? Bless him he was still half asleep. It was no wonder considering how late he had stayed up to try and push some more grading after patrol.

Well loved, coffee stained cat mug cradled in hand the mute moved over to her groggy partner, taking the opportunity to place herself upon his knee while he was taking brief moment to plop himself in the chair, assumably so he could put on his socks and shoes on. The mug was gingerly placed off to the side with a quiet thump against the glass top, her body shifting to face him and her fingers immediately went to fixing his button, and then his collar.

'Taking a page from Bakugo's fashion book are we?' She jested with him with a soft grin, not sure how funny he would find it, but it certainly made her chuckle.

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@erxsxre asked: "You are too soft on the students sometimes, you need to be firm, unless you wish to be treated like a door matt."

His remark was met with a soft hum and a subtle upturn in one corner of her lips, he was right. He usually was whenever it came to his students, he knew them better than anyone after all, especially their mannerisms for when it came to seeing how much they were able to get away with. Things she would have to pick up on rather quickly unless she wanted to have the word 'Welcome' printed on her forehead.

'I know, you're right, I just don't want them to think I'm going to be, too, hard on them considering they're coming to me for assistance.' Her hands paused in their familiar movements, taking a second to look down at the exercise sheets sat on the table in front of her. Some of them had a lot of progress, others? Well they just looked like they just wanted to get it over with.

'Got any tricks of the trade you could share?'

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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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"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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"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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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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[TEXT] - you’re LATE.

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Cat? What cat? There is no cat here, just gonna keep on headed up to the dorms!

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[welcxmetxthechaxs]

Press conferences are a lot less stressful when we deal with them together.

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[It took me 2 months to actually sit down and finish this, but I finally did it! Lighting isn't my strong suit but I was so so happy with how this came out!]

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@erxsxre continued from X

He had been working so hard, barely giving himself enough time to take a sip of his coffee which, recently was almost cold by the time he managed to even partake in it. His exhaustion, the stress, it showed in his face, in his actions, but right now? All of that seemed to have melted away the second he got himself comfortable. She hadn't seen him relax like this is some time, it was truly wonderful to see him decompress and take a moment for him.

Her arms seemed to hold him even closer, pulling his deadweight flush into her if it were even physically possible to do so anymore than he already was, her fingers continuing to dance and twirl in his locks, carefully combing out any knots as they went.

'Enjoy it for as long as you like, Jellybean, we can stay like this for hours if you wanted to'