[Aizawa sits in the lounge, the television idly showing some game show with an absurd premise. He flicks his attention between the papers on the coffee table in the lounge and the tablet propped up nearby. There's a feed of his newest ward's room. It's invasive and the kind of thing he'd hate to have turned on himself. Still, though, until he trusted what Shigaraki was trying to accomplish he needed to keep track.]
[Somewhere in-between the notes scribbled on various assignments there's a paper that's half grocery list and half notes to pass along to whatever professional the man was seeing.]
[There's a bit of understanding at that repeated action of scribbling in the notebook then giving up in frustration. He'd been forced to go once or twice after particular operations. He always hated it. He'd much rather be given the freedom to deal with his issues on his own. He could generally have that freedom, though, because he worked hard and didn't cause trouble. Shigaraki had caused everyone a lot of trouble. No matter how many times he'd show up with an empty journal or no reflection, he'd be stuck there.]
[He gets a bit more grading done when Shigaraki embarks on the arduous task of staring at the ceiling. That's interrupted by Present Mic showing up. The dinner group was slowly assembling. Today had himself, Thirteen, Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Midnight, Lunch Rush, and, of course, the principal. Snipe was available but, well. Maybe they'd wait a week or so before putting him and Shigaraki in the same room.]
[There's a knock at Shigaraki's door.]
Hey. It's time. [In the background there was the very faint sound of "HEEEEEEEEYYYY, ERI, BABY GIRL, IT'S DINNER TIME!"]
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[Somewhere in-between the notes scribbled on various assignments there's a paper that's half grocery list and half notes to pass along to whatever professional the man was seeing.]
[There's a bit of understanding at that repeated action of scribbling in the notebook then giving up in frustration. He'd been forced to go once or twice after particular operations. He always hated it. He'd much rather be given the freedom to deal with his issues on his own. He could generally have that freedom, though, because he worked hard and didn't cause trouble. Shigaraki had caused everyone a lot of trouble. No matter how many times he'd show up with an empty journal or no reflection, he'd be stuck there.]
[He gets a bit more grading done when Shigaraki embarks on the arduous task of staring at the ceiling. That's interrupted by Present Mic showing up. The dinner group was slowly assembling. Today had himself, Thirteen, Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Midnight, Lunch Rush, and, of course, the principal. Snipe was available but, well. Maybe they'd wait a week or so before putting him and Shigaraki in the same room.]
[There's a knock at Shigaraki's door.]
Hey. It's time. [In the background there was the very faint sound of "HEEEEEEEEYYYY, ERI, BABY GIRL, IT'S DINNER TIME!"]