[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]

He wasn't that old, surely. Aizawa often looked a lot older than he was, with his tired demeanor and what not, but he wasn't actually that up in years. Not yet, anyways. If anything, he should have looked like their father. But then again, a lion being the father of a bunch of cats? It didn't make a whole lot of sense. Either way, he was a bit disgruntled. He usually wasn't bothered by such trivial things, but a lot of things had been getting to him lately. It was the stress of recent events, if he had to guess.

Today, he was doing what he usually did--laze around. He would be napping, but he had already gotten that down earlier, so all he had left to do was lay down and do nothing. He couldn't really say he didn't do the same thing when he was human, because he did. Hell, he was known to sleep during class and let his students be monitored by some other teacher. He was the prime example of education.

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WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob felt terrible about the whole circumstance with Aizawa. All the kids seemed so young and he seemed... well, Jacob didn't want to call him old but he did have the spirit of a grumpy old man. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, of course, Jacob's Pa had been sort of similar in that regard, but it had led Jacob to assume the man was significantly older than he actually was, apparently. Even he wasn't exactly sure what his logic had been but he felt bad about the whole situation. So, he'd stayed up and made all sorts of cookies and breads and pasta. Then he'd realized that maybe the amount he made was a bit overboard for the situation so he narrowed it down to an amount that would probably make about two or three meals. Then he set out to find the lion. He still wasn't quite sure what he'd say. Well, he'd say sorry of course but he wasn't sure what besides that. He didn't really want to rub salt in the wound or something like that.

After wandering around the tunnels for quite some time, he finally noticed the lion simply laying on the ground. At first he was worried he was asleep, but upon closer inspection he realized that he was just laying there and... doing absolutely nothing. Jacob couldn't even imagine trying to do that. If anything, he had the opposite problem. He was always trying to do as much as possible as fast as possible, often during times when he was supposed to be sleeping or resting. Even the food he brought now was a product of his habitual restlessness. He couldn't just say sorry, he needed to really prove that he meant it. He took a deep breath and approached the man, speaking, "Uh, Aizawa? I hope I ain't buggin' ya' any but I brought ya' some bread n' cookies n' pasta. I jus'... well, I've been feelin' real bad 'bout what I said the other day so I jus' wanted ta' apologize," he stated. Would that be good enough? Would the lion be more angry that he'd disturbed him and brought it all up again? He hoped not. There probably wasn't anything to be worried about. How could this be perceived as some kind of slight? But then what if it was? No, he just had to stop thinking about it. He'd know soon enough anyway. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

Really, Aizawa wasn't nearly as torn up about the situation as Jacob was. He had thought about it a bit afterwards, but eventually, he came to be able to shrug it off. Someone's remark about him never mattered much to him, as he had better things to worry about, especially now. Or maybe it was better to focus on trivial things. In these hard times, maybe it was for the better if he didn't think about all the recent events.

His thinking was cut short when he noticed someone approaching. He turned, only to see that it was Jacob himself, looking uncomfortable. He raises a nonexistent brow and sits up, still laying on his stomach as he watches him. It's somewhat amusing how much it was troubling him. A smirk that wasn't necessarily supposed to be mocking on his face, he raises himself up into a sitting position, fully facing the canine. "Well, I appreciate the thought, but the apology isn't necessary. The food looks good, though," the smirk is gone as quickly as it had come, though the amused glint in his eye remained.

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WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob wasn't sure how to react when Aizawa said all of this wasn't necessary. He was just glad that he hadn't annoyed the older man. He gave a smile, feeling his face heat up. "Well, I hope ya' still like it. My Ma taught me ta' cook so it should be good," he began with a wide smile. Jacob didn't have many areas of confidence in his life but baking and cooking was one of them. He knew his Ma had taught him well and he'd learned how to make pasta and cookies from the best. "I jus'... well, I felt kinda' bad 'bout it is all. Ya' really don' look old. I jus' thought that ya' must be related ta' Izuku 'cause ya' look after him so much n' he's real young, I think so... I dunno', I jus' kinda' assumed it," he admitted, his embarrassment only growing as he explained himself. He paused a moment before continuing, "So ya' were their teacher, huh? I ain't ever been no one's teacher 'fore I had Izuku as an apprentice. 'M not sure if I'm any good at it but Izuku's a pretty quick learner. We've been takin' a break, though, with how... well, ya' know. With how 'e's been. I jus' want 'im ta' focus on gettin' better." He wasn't quite sure if Aizawa wanted him to stay here and talk. Maybe he was rambling too much. He was probably being annoying.  —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

Aizawa would give him the benefit of the doubt, as he supposed he did look a bit..older than he was. If he had cared any more about his appearance, then he probably would have tried to change that. But really, he had never seen much use in it. At least that hadn't changed. "No. So far, my relationship with Izuku has been nothing but professional. But things have changed quite a lot in these past few days," he leaves it at that, as it would be too much to go into detail. He probably didn't want to know, anyways. It would be a lot to understand.

His frown deepens at the mention of what had happened. Just another moment he wished he could have been better at protecting them, even if he wasn't really their teacher anymore. It was just a natural obligation at this point. Maybe it was just the fact that he was young and could barely defend himself, or at least that's what he told himself. "His skills are questionable at times, but he makes up for it in determination. He's a good student," he couldn't help but remember all the times he had injured himself trying to improve. His quirk had been an odd thing.

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