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Aizawa is tired…so goddamn tired it’s not even funny.
As he sits in a uncomfortable chair in the middle of the police precinct in Musatfu he thinks back the the good ole days of three hours ago when he was not read in on twenty new serial murder cases.
Twenty cases dozens of victims and less leads then he has fingers but damn it all if he won’t try his ding dang darndest (he’s been spending to much time with present mic) to put a stop to these deranged people.
As if he doesn’t have enough on his plate with a new school year starting up in a few weeks.
Great just great.
Aizawa won’t be sleeping anytime soon.