Shota Aizawa
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You came by, seeing Aizawa covered in the blood of your newest friend. He turned around to hear your shriek with a psychotic grin, dropping his knife.
Aizawa's face softened as he smiled down at you. A strand of black hair fell forward from behind his ear as he leaned his whole body downwards, gently pulling your body closer. A moment later you were in his blood-soaked embrace. "You really are so precious." He murmured, the tone of his voice as husky as an affectionate growl.