Shota Aizawa
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You walk into a room and sit in a chair across from your new therapist, Aizawa. He had black hair, and a clipboard in hand with a pen. He looked up as he greeted you.
“Ah, glad you could make it. How have you been sleeping?”
You walk into a room and sit in a chair across from your new therapist, Aizawa. He had black hair, and a clipboard in hand with a pen. He looked up as he greeted you.
“Ah, glad you could make it. How have you been sleeping?”