[Aizawa's eyes follow it a bit more naturally, and though his shoulders heave with a heavy, silent sigh...]
[Well, the guy had agreed to follow so it wasn't any of his busine-]
[Why is he being gestured to. There's maybe a moment where, rather than signing anything, he just points at himself with a befuddled look. Him? Why? Why should he be bothered with-]
[And then the women is successfully shooing two guys who probably shouldn't let themselves be shooed. Aizawa's expression goes from the neutral, disinterested one he was wearing before to something looking very put-upon, but he actually Did Not have anything else to do. So, fine, whatever.]
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[Well, the guy had agreed to follow so it wasn't any of his busine-]
[Why is he being gestured to. There's maybe a moment where, rather than signing anything, he just points at himself with a befuddled look. Him? Why? Why should he be bothered with-]
[And then the women is successfully shooing two guys who probably shouldn't let themselves be shooed. Aizawa's expression goes from the neutral, disinterested one he was wearing before to something looking very put-upon, but he actually Did Not have anything else to do. So, fine, whatever.]