We’ll Be Young Forever
“Okay, I know this looks bad, but I swear it’s not what it looks like,” Izuku says eyes wide, big and green and portraying too much innocence.
Aizawa folds his arms over his chest. “Really? Then explain to me what I’m looking at,” he gestures at the duffel bags, all filled with weapons of every kind.
“Okay, so,” Izuku starts to explain. “I didn’t mean for this to happen I swear, and really it isn’t as bad as you think it is. Like this really isn’t that bad considering I also found like a bunch of cocaine and weed stacked—“
“Stop,” Aizawa says, furrowing his eyebrows and feeling a growing headache starting to form.
“I haven’t done a single thing wrong,” Izuku says alert, like he’s trying to convince him that what he is seeing isn’t all type definitions of wrong.
“I’m going to attest to that, problem child.” Aizawa says. He doesn’t get fucking paid enough for any of this.
Or
Maybe going to club under the age of 20 isn't a good idea…?