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Aizawa stared at his ringing phone, unable to get himself to accept the call.
The name 'Mustafu district jail' was in bright letters on his screen.
He didn't want to answer.
He didn't want to know.
He didn't want a reminder that today was the day they were going to let him free.
His father.
He mindlessly touched his shoulder, more specifically the scar that was left to him by that man.
A reminder.
A reminder that even if he was in jail he would get out.
A reminder that he would find him when he was set free.
And he would make his life a living hell.
again.
He held his breath and accepted the call.
"Hello, is this Aizawa Shouta?"
"It is."
"As you might know, we have planned to release your father today."
"Yes, I am aware"
"I'm really sorry to inform you so late, but due to his recent actions, we have decided that he should be transferred to a stronger prison. In which Tartarus is not out of the question."
"I understand"
The rest of the phone call went by in a haze.
After he hung up he stared at his phone again, and the reflection that was staring back up at him was smiling.
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Not really knowing what to do now he headed to the student dorms, where he was greeted by his students playing some sort of roleplay game.
He sat down on one of the couches, content with watching their antics.
Kirishima was dramatically gesturing to Jirou, whilst talking to Kaminari.
"Do I have to spell it out to you? That thing is an r. o. b. o. t, man!"
"You can't confuse me with numbers, Kiri."
Now was Aizawa aware that this was a terrible joke? Yes.
Was he aware that it probably wasn't even intentional? Also yes.
Was he aware that this was a stupid thing to burst out laughing over? Triple yes.
And yet, he didn't care, because his father wasn't coming after him, and he was free. He was free.
So he just fucking lost it.
Class 1-A all turned in a synchronized movement to him, which, in Aizawa's defense, was extremely funny.
For a second they all just looked at him, in awe.
Because Aizawa's laughter was a very foreign concept to them.
He had a warm laugh, mixed with the occasional giggle.
It was a mystifying sight that had them in a trance.
That was until Jirou stated: "That guy made Aizawa laugh, he must be a witch!"
The rest of the class gasped in played surprise.
Jirou started to run in circles around Kaminari and said various phrases such as "Witch! Heathen! Sacrilege! Burn him! Burn!"
These antics, and also Aizawa's laughter (which turned out to be very contagious), made all of class 1-A burst with laughter.
Aoyama fell to his knees and yelled something akin to "mon amis, I think I am dying~" as he dramatically sprawled out over the floor.
Which did not help calm down the situation at all.
Aizawa's ribs hurt from laughing, and he was practically gasping for air.
But he couldn't give less of a crap.
Because he was free.