07-21-2018, 09:52 PM
When he was first admitted, Aizawa hated it just as much as the others, only thinking about possibly getting out one day. But with his problem, the chances were close to none. His family members didn't want to look after him, nor did he have any friends that he was close enough to, so he was stuck here. After a while, he eventually got used to living there, or at least as used to living there as one could get. He was still unnerved by the screaming at night and all the incomprehensible gibberish the other patients spouted.
Currently he was slouched over in his seat, asleep. He could have been mistaken for dead if it weren't for the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It looked uncomfortable, his head bowed and his neck stretching, arms limp at his side. Just when it looked like he would fall onto the floor, he jolted up, suddenly awake.
He regarded the other people with wary eyes, listening as they went on about themselves. He didn't bother to brush his mop of black ratty hair from his face as his turn came and he spoke. "Aizawa Shota. I have narcolepsy," of course he left out the part about clinical depression, and the nurse that was there with them didn't bother to correct him, or they just didn't know. He's quiet for a moment as he tries to think of a fun fact about himself. "I like to drink tea," and by that, he meant lemon juice. Just straight lemon juice. Why? Who knew, maybe because of the sourness and overall tang it had.
"SPEECH"
Currently he was slouched over in his seat, asleep. He could have been mistaken for dead if it weren't for the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It looked uncomfortable, his head bowed and his neck stretching, arms limp at his side. Just when it looked like he would fall onto the floor, he jolted up, suddenly awake.
He regarded the other people with wary eyes, listening as they went on about themselves. He didn't bother to brush his mop of black ratty hair from his face as his turn came and he spoke. "Aizawa Shota. I have narcolepsy," of course he left out the part about clinical depression, and the nurse that was there with them didn't bother to correct him, or they just didn't know. He's quiet for a moment as he tries to think of a fun fact about himself. "I like to drink tea," and by that, he meant lemon juice. Just straight lemon juice. Why? Who knew, maybe because of the sourness and overall tang it had.
"SPEECH"