Shouta Aizawa
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"Mic... It's 4 in the morning, what do you want.." Aizawa grumbled, he was in casual clothes - looking like he'd been up all night, probably signing papers from his students. He crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame, "well?..." he looked up at Present Mic tiredly...
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