Mic—no, not the bold persona—Hizashi stands outside the office door for a full five seconds longer than necessary. His shadow hung over the door like a taunt. He adjusts his jacket, the leather stuff in his fingers. He slicks his hair back, before it popped back up in his usual style. Without bothering to mess with it again, he clears his throat quietly.. for once.

He knocks before he steps inside, the usual swagger is there… just slightly dramatized. The persona slipping just a bit. “Heyyy,” he greets, voice toned down to a normal speaking level. Unnatural considering this is the same man who’d shout his greetings like Shouta were deaf. “Got a minute? Or a few? Not that I NEED more— One’s fine.. uh,”

..Wow, real subtle.

He closes the door behind him carefully. Too carefully. His eyes drift around the office, filled desk, shelves, paperwork, the mountains of work Aizawa put himself through all the time it seemed. “Busy day?” he asks ‘casually’. “You’ve been… working a lot lately. Not that I’m keeping track.” A small pause. “I mean—I notice things..” He finished his sentence with a soft huff.

He shifts his weight, hands sliding into his pockets before immediately coming back out again. Too restless. “I was just thinking,” he starts, then stops. Realizing it might be too dramatic.. was he coming in too strong? Too weak? Was Aizawa even listening at this point?

A soft exhale through his nose.

“What I meant was—we’ve been working together for a while. And when you spend that much time around someone, you start to…” He gestures vaguely. “Pick up patterns. Preferences. Coffee orders—lots of coffee orders—“ He finally looks at Shouta fully, just for a second. “—And sometimes those patterns start mattering more than they probably should..? He straightens slightly, as if bracing for a stage cue that isn’t coming.

“Anyway,” he adds, voice steady but just a touch tight, “I figured.. I should tell you something important.” He nearly felt himself choke on his own words. Or his own impatience.