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There was no denying that Aizawa Shouta's Erasure Quirk was a very useful one, but like all Quirks, it did require lots of hard work to control it. Aizawa never thought it'd be such a huge hindrance to his fellow classmates who were training as well to become professional heroes. Not only did Aizawa have to learn how to maintain his abilities for longer periods of time, but he also had to be considerate towards his fellow heroes around him that he would undoubtedly have to team up with eventually while out on the field. So the young man needed to be able to focus his Quirk onto his enemies only, not his allies, but you had made it difficult for him to do so.
You were in the same class as the young man. You weren't the most social of people, but you weren't necessarily overly shy either. Just like everyone else, you were determined to reach for the top, pushing yourself to your very limit and hoping to surpass them. Of course, that meant putting a lot of time and effort into putting your Quirk into practice, but Aizawa...
"You're staring again," you point out to your classmate with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest. You were getting nowhere with Aizawa erasing your Quirk almost all the time, whether intentional or not.
The young man blinked, coming out of his reverie. "Sorry," he murmured. Although he wanted to tear his gaze away from you so that you could train yourself, his eyes couldn't ever leave you. He loved you too much to look away or even blink.