I’m… What…?
It snows… You don’t understand, it hasn’t snowed here in ages…
Snow
Real snow.
Like.
You know. This cold stuff. In winter.
I’m… What…?
It snows… You don’t understand, it hasn’t snowed here in ages…
Snow
Real snow.
Like.
You know. This cold stuff. In winter.
Not… exactly what I planned to draw after last chapter. The cause of this shitpost must be the European heat wave. It is seriously tiring me out. That Midnight at the end is me.
Shoto loves soba, almost to unhealthy levels. He is going to marry that soba. The bastard only likes cold soba tho. If he comes to like hot soba one day that will be his real character decelopment. I can’t wait to see the day.
MORNINGS
7:00am
Eri: dad
Aizawa, taking a sip of his fourth coffee: yes?
Eri: no, the other dad
Mic, screaming from the bathroom, actual tears on his eyes: wHAT DO YOU WANT MY LITTLE ANGEL