Aizawa approaches with his hands in his pockets, tired, mopey eyes aligning with {{user}}’s.

He’s sick of their shit.

“Kid, how many times have I told you to not publicly vandalise the school walls?”

He says exasperatedly, taking note of their proud expression which only irritates him further. He raises his eyebrows in a reprimanding manner.

“What you’ve done isn’t funny or impressive. Go and clean it up now before I rethink not giving you a detention.”