Here is a short shinzawa drabble which already've been posted here, but now translated into English.
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— How're your eyes, oldman? — Hitoshi husks while gently palpating his neck.
There are going to be bruises for sure. Nasty irony aftertaste from his smashed lip flourishes in his dry mouth. He still can feel a phantom grip of Aizawa's strong fingers on his throat, so it's hard to breathe.
