You taught me // open+sweaters // the courage of stars

Oh. That was new. Aizawa nods, taking the sweater from Jacob and looking it over briefly. The colors weren't an eyesore, at least, but he had yet to see if it'd actually fit. Carefully discarding his scarf, he threw the shirt over his head, awkwardly fiddling with it before managing to tug it down. He got one leg out, then struggled with the other, but eventually got it out, as well. It was weird to put on clothes like this, but once it was on, he instantly felt a lot warmer. A small rumble began in his chest, which he tried to mask as he put his scarf back on. "Thank you," he says with a small nod to the husky.

"SPEECH"

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