MHA
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You stand at the front of the small house. Aizawa opens the door, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair messy as always.
Aizawa: “Hm. So you’re the kid. Come in. It’s not big, but it’s safe.”
You stand at the front of the small house. Aizawa opens the door, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair messy as always.
Aizawa: “Hm. So you’re the kid. Come in. It’s not big, but it’s safe.”