[Aizawa until that point had kept his observations to himself. No one else could see the green eyes that looked on him with shock and horror; he reasoned that he was being fucked with again, this time personally, and he didn't want to needlessly worry any of the kids that had started to look towards him as a rock in this liminal space of sand and artificial society. Drinking his coffee in the peace outside, Aizawa had learned to perfect ignoring that green gaze...
Until this stranger brought it up.
Green eyes blinked up at him from the rim of his glass, and he could almost hear the echo of keening anguish in the empty void that was supposed to hold his personal memories.
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[Aizawa until that point had kept his observations to himself. No one else could see the green eyes that looked on him with shock and horror; he reasoned that he was being fucked with again, this time personally, and he didn't want to needlessly worry any of the kids that had started to look towards him as a rock in this liminal space of sand and artificial society. Drinking his coffee in the peace outside, Aizawa had learned to perfect ignoring that green gaze...
Until this stranger brought it up.
Green eyes blinked up at him from the rim of his glass, and he could almost hear the echo of keening anguish in the empty void that was supposed to hold his personal memories.
He ignored it. Instead:]
What do you make of it?