//basically a bnha au bc we're Nerds. u dont need to know what it is to post, ur char can just Watch if u want, mayb interfere a little bit idK

It was no secret Aizawa didn't like All Might. He hated how flashy he was, how he soaked up the media's attention, the tacky hero who saved the day whenever he was called on. As an underground hero, he had a distaste towards heroes like him. Even just as a person, he didn't like him, nor did he try to hide it. They both had their different ways with things, such as their students. They differed widely on a lot of things and were practically polar opposites of one another.

With all of that said, this fight had probably been brewing up for a while. He wasn't usually eager to spar, but this one time, he would allow a pleased grin to show on his otherwise blank face. He had invited the other teacher down to the courtyard of the school, as it was spacious and out of the way. Plus it could show an example to the students. But either way, he was sure to enjoy this, whether he lost or not. Luckily, he was determined to come out the victor.

The man had made sure to come prepared, googles hidden under his scarf as he waited with his hands stuffed in his pockets, awaiting the shining hero's appearance. Once he arrived, Aizawa would offer him an almost mischievous smirk, red-tinted eyes studying the other hero. "Toshinori Yagi," he speaks the name as if it was the first time he's ever said it, the corners of his lips dropping back down into a frown.

"Let's fight, shall we?"

//wait until [member=1548]toshinori .[/member] posts!!

"SPEECH"

" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "

They had never gotten along. Their methods for nearly everything, from teaching to even just doing their jobs as heroes differed so drastically that All Might could hardly converse with the other without some sort of bickering. He'd tried before, but it didn't seem possible. Of course, he tried to be a bit more tactful to Aizawa, at least in front of the students, but even then they'd had their struggles. All Might and Eraser Head were total opposites after all.

The number one hero's muscular form could be seen striding towards the scene. He sported his brilliant white smile as he did, standing erect as always, cape flapping behind him. His eyes were covered in harsh shadow, but anyone could tell that he was staring at Aizawa with an almost dangerous intensity. He wasn't trying to be intimidating- rather, he was trying to focus. Shota was a strong opponent. As long as he could get the other teacher to blink or, even better, to close his eyes for much of the fight, he had a chance. But otherwise... he wasn't quite sure. Still, he would give it his all- he had no intentions of losing. This fight was one long-awaited. It had been a storm, culminating in the darker depths of both of their persons, a secret desire that neither had acted on before. He had to win.

"I'd love to," he responded, demeanor lightening as a hearty laugh escaped him. He wasn't quite sure if it was nerves or just the fact that this was finally happening. Honestly, it was likely a mix of both.
All Might took a ready stance. He wasn't sure if Aizawa wanted to count down or not, but either way, Toshinori wanted the first move. Anything to get a bit of a head start on the other- he needed to make sure that his Quirk wouldn't get erased straight away, though it was probably inevitable.
Or, perhaps, it wasn't.

Strategies materializing in his head, the pro hero stands for a moment.
"On your mark?"

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He was just as pumped as the other male was, though wasn't quite as nervous. Maybe a small part of him was, but he suppressed it, replacing it with resolve. It was better than second-guessing himself mid-fight and getting his ass handed to him. So, he nods, taking a moment to prepare himself. All Might would be putting up a good fight for sure, and he wanted to make sure he was ready.

Rolling his shoulders, he fished his eye-drops from his pocket and tilted his head back, placing drops in each of his eyes. He blinked until his vision was clear, then pulled his googles up over his eyes, settling them here until they sat comfortably. Now with everything in place, he takes a stance, straps of his scarf in each hand. There was no backing down now.

Aizawa then starts the count down, anticipation and tension building with each number he called. "One..two," he pauses then. "Three," with that, he'd aim to wrap strands around All Might's torso, using them to propel himself forward. He braced his feet against his chest and hoped to hit the side of his head with the heel of his boot.

"SPEECH"

" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "

Toshinori's signature grin only grew with the tension. It wasn't even tension- there was a certain energy in the air, alive with fighting spirit. He steeled his will and his feet shifted into a more suitable ready position- a light bend in his knees, one foot slightly ahead of the other, arms drawn up as if he were a boxer. Before Aizawa had started the countdown, he flashed a thumbs up to Kirishima. It would be good to see two pros in action, after all! He would surely get something out of this spar, whether it was new strategies for countering strong quirks, or just some nice entertainment. Hopefully the young man wouldn't be too bored.

One.... All Might was pulled from his thoughts and he focuses again, watching the other man intensely. Two. A pause. What was that for? Was there a point in looking into it? Maybe... not. He cleared his head. Three.
All of a sudden Aizawa's scarf was wrapped around his torso and the other teacher seemed to be flying. Toshinori's eyes followed the binds to their source, and he made an attempt to grab the scarf so he could forcefully throw Aizawa off course, hopefully enough so his boot wouldn't connect with its mark. The thrill of being in battle against someone like this was exhilarating. But he would have to keep a cool head in order to not be outsmarted. While he was more intelligent than he usually let on, he wasn't the epitome of studying. He could still be outfoxed.

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