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By your count, that'd be most of the class already, now all making small talk from their seats, or in Mina and Bakugo's cases, from their desks. With about five minutes till the final bell of the term, you wait for the last few stragglers who should be hurrying to get here in time. You wonder if Snipe, knowing that students will be rushing at this point,, has settled in at the front of hallway to-
Your musings are interrupted by the sound of the classroom's door gently sliding open, and the aroma of cheese, no, <span class="mu-i">cheeses</span> wafting in. Gouda, Mozzarella,... Brie? A few more beyond that you can’t even put a name to immediately. All those are perceptible alongside cooked ham, and garlic too.
"Uh… Bon appétit?" You mutter, attempting to greet Aoyama as he enters the classroom with a bitten, yet still sizable sub-sandwich in hand. It smells <span class="mu-i">great</span>... You shake your head and try to focus. "Ah mean… Lemme guess, slept in n’ had to run for it with breakfast on the go?"
>"Bonjour, Walker!" Aoyama greets you, twirling nearly a full circle in place to face you… instead of just turning like a normal person. "Also, incorrect."
You stare at him, waiting for further elaboration.
Aoyama takes another bite of his delicious smelling sandwich, seemingly pleased with just holding your attention.
"So…" You trail off, motioning with your hand for him to continue. This seemingly prompts him to pull a handkerchief slowly from his pocket and dab his mouth clean before speaking.
>"My parents dropped me off nearby a while ago." He says, waving his sandwich up and down. You can't help but follow its gentle bobbing. "There’s beautiful weather today, with an important day ahead, mon ami. Perfect for a fulfilling breakfast and a walk, doubly so if it helps settle a nervous stomach."
"Huh. Ah thought you were just running late."
>"That'd be silly. Classes start at the same time every day, failing to arrive on time would be nothing less than poor planning." He comments while flourishing his meal at the clock. You admit mentally that he’s not exactly wrong. "However, I don't think I will be finishing breakfast on my own in time, and I do not want to be holding food when Mr. Aizawa arrives."
“He’d certainly dislike that…n’what way can Ah help ya?” You say, trying not to be too obvious that you were being a mouthpiece on behalf of your stomach. Your breakfast this morning was pleasant, but was barely the start of the typical thousands of calories you are used to having daily to make use of your quirk.
>"You can have it, if you want." He offers, tearing off the bitten part of the sandwich and handing you the rest. "Mother has the best of intentions, but making a sandwich out of a baguette stops it from being a light breakfast to be finished quickly, don't you think?"
