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Just realized I hadn’t posted these ANYWHERE, and I like, adore this page lol. They’re old enough I had to DIG through my photos- I don’t have the sketchbook on me😭
more Aizawa because hes perfect 💔
if he just smiled with his eyes it would actually be cute
i need an aizawa-sensei to tell me what to do im so lost
oh to be aizawa in his yellow sleeping bag
aizawa really got that sleeper build fr
why didnt aizawa wear a santa hat when he visited the class 1a christmas party >:(
AIZAWA WITH HIS HAIR TIED UP RAHHHH 🗣🗣
aizawa should tie his hair up more often
i like to think that class 1-a have a reunion every year after they graduate where they just annoy the shit out of aizawa
And my favorite part,but with the filter.I so love how it looks with that bright contrast...
I'm finally done! God, I'm sorry guys that I haven't posted anything for a long time, lately I don't have time to draw much.But I prepared a little surprise for you.I noticed that a lot of people liked my drawing with Hizashi and decided to draw an art on erasermic.And I like the way Aizawa came out here so much...hehehe, hundred percent I'll draw something separate with him in the future.
Lets pretend the shirt is plain black, and no that ugly pattern lmao
How much interaction is aizawa allowed to have now? Does he still see his students and colleagues? Can he even hold a conversation?
After the incident, M.E.D.U.Z.A., Aizawa was placed in isolation under the supervision of Director Nezu.
Aizawa can see his colleagues regularly, as well as his students, but under strict supervision for the sake of safety.
Aizawa's dialogue is a mixture of slurred words and phrases, as due to a mutation of his quirk, Aizawa's facial muscles are deformed, and he cannot pronounce syllables.
that's why Aizawa uses sign language, but he invented this language for himself, which makes it very difficult to understand.
Dialogue example:
Mick: Hey, how are yolu?
Aizawa: I'm f. ....plm.. okay
Thank you so much for asking questions(*｀▽´*)
Is aizawa still himself? Is he still permitted to teach at the school?
Hmm, no
Aizawa still considers himself a human being and conducts classes, he is too dangerous for others, which is why the director of Nezu arranged for him a "fake class" in which Aizawa is being held.
Aizawa realizes that his body is changing, but he doesn't want to believe it. It was before the incident "M.E.D.U.Z.A."
The "M.E.D.U.Z.A" incident occurred in the evening. After all the students had finished classes, Aizawa climbed into the ventilation and watched two students from class A-1 and B-1.
After that, the bodies of Monoma Neito and Mina Ashido were found in the ventilation with signs of suffocation and wounds similar to paper cuts.
one art for a mini comic ✨️
Ask Aizawa monster!
Ask me (Verian) and Aizawa questions or something!
Aizawa:can't I remember the faces of these people?.....
Aizawa and Verian(oc)
"Needles & Nonsense"
Summary: Reader’s stubbornness kicks back in, and the adults are not having it
The hospital room was too white.
The walls. The sheets. The buzzing light. It all made your skin crawl. Even worse was the IV line in your arm—a clear tube taped down to your skin like some parasite, slowly dripping fluids into your veins like you were a broken plant.
You glared at it like it had personally insulted you.
You had been stable for two days. That’s what they said. “Stable,” whatever that meant. You still felt like garbage. You couldn’t walk more than five feet without your knees giving out. But that was beside the point.
The point was the IV.
Disgusting. Cold. Invasive. You hated how it felt inside your arm, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. Every few hours a nurse would come by and adjust the bag, and you had to just sit there like a helpless child. It made your skin crawl. You weren’t even scared of needles, not really—it was the being plugged in part that made your chest tight.
And honestly?
You were done.
You looked toward the door. No nurses. No heroes. The hallway was quiet. Probably lunchtime.
You glanced down at your arm.
“This is a terrible idea,” you muttered under your breath.
Then you yanked the IV out.
It came free with a squelch and a tiny spurt of blood, and you slapped your hand over it with a hiss. “Ow, ow, ow—grossgrossgross—”
A few drops of saline hit the sheets as the IV line swung freely like a limp vine. You shoved it aside like it was cursed, pressing a tissue to your bleeding arm.
You felt instantly better.
But the second you relaxed, the door opened.
“…What the hell are you doing?” Aizawa’s voice cut through the air like a whip.
You flinched.
“I was—uh,” you started, hiding the bloody tissue behind your back. “Nothing?”
He strode over in three long steps, eyes scanning the scene. The IV was dangling. The bandage was slipping. Your arm was still dripping faintly.
“You pulled it out?!” he barked.
You winced. “It felt gross, okay?! I’m not a science experiment—!”
“You’re a hospital patient,” Aizawa snapped, grabbing a clean cloth and pressing it to your arm. “This is here to keep you alive. You don’t get to decide to sabotage your care because it’s ‘gross.’”
“I didn’t sabotage anything!” you protested. “I’m just—ugh—it’s my body, let me have some say!”
“You lost that say when you let your body fall apart,” he shot back.
You went quiet.
Aizawa immediately regretted his words. His eyes softened, and his voice dropped. “…I didn’t mean it like that.”
But the silence between you stretched like a cracked window.
“I just…” you said after a while, voice small. “It made me feel like I wasn’t even in control anymore. Like everyone’s poking me and watching me and I’m not even—me anymore.”
Aizawa let out a slow breath. “Okay. Okay. I get it.”
You blinked. “You do?”
“I do,” he nodded. “But that doesn’t change the fact that this is still serious. You need those fluids.”
“…What if I drink more instead?” you offered weakly. “Like, a million electrolytes. And juice. And water. I’ll turn into a human Capri Sun.”
Aizawa gave you the driest look known to man.
“I’m being reasonable,” you added.
“You ripped a needle out of your arm.”
“...Emotionally reasonable, then.”
Before he could reply, the door burst open.
Midnight stormed in, Recovery Girl behind her.
“What happened? The monitor started freaking out—oh my god, what did you do?!” Midnight gasped.
“She pulled out her IV,” Aizawa said, tone flat.
Recovery Girl looked like she might combust on the spot. “You what?!”
“It felt gross!” you shouted, holding your arm like a wounded kitten.
Midnight clutched her head. “You’ve been in this hospital for two days and already started acting like an escaped gremlin.”
You huffed. “I wasn’t escaping. I was... asserting autonomy.”
Aizawa held up the bloody cloth. “With blood loss.”
Recovery Girl marched over and sat you up straighter with surprising strength. “If you do that again, I will have someone sit on you. Understood?”
“...Kinky,” you mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Mmhm.”
Midnight crossed her arms. “Do you hate the needle part or the ‘hooked up to something’ part?”
“…Both,” you admitted. “But mostly the hooked up part. It’s like I’m a USB stick.”
Recovery Girl pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. We’ll switch you to oral hydration and supplements if your blood pressure stabilizes over the next 12 hours. One more dip and you’re getting a double IV.”
You shivered. “Fine. Deal. Oral hydration or death.”
Midnight raised an eyebrow. “Dramatic much?”
“You’re literally talking to someone who steam-bleeds and passed out running down a hallway,” you said, deadpan. “Dramatic is my brand.”
Aizawa exhaled. “I’m too tired for this.”
“I’m tired, you’re just tired of me,” you teased.
He didn’t even crack a smile.
Midnight walked over and ruffled your hair. “Let’s just try to keep the holes in your arm where they belong, yeah?”
You nodded. “No promises.”
“Reader.”
“Okay, okay—I’ll be good. Kind of. Mostly. I’ll aim for like... 70%.”
Midnight looked at Aizawa. “That’s the best we’re gonna get.”
Aizawa just rubbed his temples again.