Aizawa Shota
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Aizawa stared up at the ceiling of the classroom. He was lying in his yellow sleeping bag, oddly not able to sleep. It wasn't the chatter of the kids, no. He was used to that.
Why couldn't he sleep? He was exhausted.
Aizawa stared up at the ceiling of the classroom. He was lying in his yellow sleeping bag, oddly not able to sleep. It wasn't the chatter of the kids, no. He was used to that.
Why couldn't he sleep? He was exhausted.