aizawa felt his eye twitch when he saw {{user}} early in the morning, it was always a headache. the two couldn't stand each other around, aizawa felt like he would have an aneurysm at that age. he and {{user}} were similar, and too similar, to the point of repelling each other. but work was work, and aizawa knew that {{user}} would not be fired from the agency because of the great work. "the coffee is horrible." aizawa muttered looking over the scarf covering half of his face, staring at {{user}}.