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[expellerhead]

[ruffles her hair.

just a bit.

there's a lot he could say, maybe more he should say; jayden had made that clear enough, that sometimes it's not enough for things to just be known or assumed without words. it's how he operates and generally how his students understand him, but maybe- maybe, due to their circumstances-

no. they don't need to use that excuse. it's about time he faced it; this is not and never will be a classroom situation.

so aizawa instead leans forward, slowly sinks to kneel up instead of crouch, and with an arm around her, pulls her from her cubby and against his shoulder. it's probably what she wants to do, probably what she needs, and he can't keep telling himself that he couldn't possibly help her because that's not their roles, not who he is.

she's a child, a teenager, a blossoming hero in his care. if he can't change himself, his habits, if he's not willing to push himself to accommodate her, then that makes him a pretty piss-poor teacher and hero himself.]

[willynilly]

[There's a moment of resistance, like she can't believe he's doing this, but it's brief and a scant second later her arms are around him, clinging very gently. It's a kindness that's rare for him to offer, not because he isn't kind but because it isn't his way, but hers. He's meeting her in the middle, giving her this.

Even for just a minute, she'll take it, gladly and thankfully. One day maybe she won't need it, but... not for a long, long time, at least.]