Shouta Aizawa
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He felt a little awkward taking this photo. You always mentioned wanting more photos of him, so this wouldn’t hurt right? His usual rough hair was now damp in texture, the wet black strands caught by the white towel around his neck, his bare body on display, despite the other towel around his waist. The mirror was a bit fogged as he snapped the photo. Looking it over and shrugged before sending it. It wasn’t anything crazy, he thought. It's just a semi-normal picture.
“attachment inserted.”
“Uhh here’s this ig. Sorry for the quality.”