#also shou that's kinda gay asdfgh

[keshimasu]

with mic settled in all of his leather and metal and peach, he'd initially expected the guy to go for hard liquor not fruity punch given his appearance, shouta multitasks. his gaze drifts around the bar noting body language of patrons, the door, that lightbulb near the bathroom that needs to be replaced. mic watching him all too closely without having had nearly enough alcohol to blame for sudden color change.

ever the non social butterfly, he turns away to rinse and reorganize glasses. finishes off the last of the peach cold and sweet on his tongue. if it's a slow night maybe he will turn in early. shouta chugs a canned coffee from the fridge to fight back a yawn. he hauls stool on wheels over and plops down back in front of the blonde to get off his feet. the counter was the perfect length for him to kick off one wall and coast to other end when his back was bothering him.

"pyrotechnics?" avoidance of any inquiry about himself, though he is genuinely curious. that sort of dramatic extra shit has never been his thing. nothing that drew extra attention. "did you not have a permit or were you planning on doing something else with those...special effects?" present mic is recognizable enough he probably couldn't do a normal non villain related performance if he wanted to. "not sure what you expected going around looking like that, someone was bound to notice you."

villain can't help the way how his mind and gaze just latch on to all the littlest mannerisms that aizawa cycled through mindlessly as they conversed. this man was so captivating it should've been illegal. black unkempt hair, peeking stubble, the range of his slouch depending on the severity of his exhaustion, the everything else. man. he felt a certain warmth to his cheeks blossom just thinking of it all, and decided to hide behind a huffed half-pout.

" you obviously do more than just work here, yo. how has business been? anything juicy besides the same ol' clock in, clock out? "

thins his lips, takes the slid-down specs completely off and folds them in front of the drink. " ugh, don't get me started! " another heavy sigh, " i had just started this little performance - and lemme tell you, i was just about to try out these new pyrotechnics i added to my speakers, and i couldn't even do that! some asshole hero went and destroyed one of the setup special effects before it could even go off. and in the end, i had to blow out his eardrum to knock him unconscious and run off into the night. (quite a shame, really.) "