Can't get much more indisputable than that. I think...
[It's odd, the way the knowledge kind of itches at the back of his head. It doesn't belong there, but it's such a strong part of the background--of those memories--that it just sort of unearths itself, when he actually stops to think about it? Everybody was speaking Japanese in those memories...
Like back home, huh. But it'd seemed so utterly normal he hadn't paid it a second thought.
...Weird. He finds he doesn't really like to dwell on it, so he doesn't.]
We were probably all in Japan, for that matter. If we were all in the same country for the majority of these memories, anyhow... [but wait] ...Tatami mats, though? For a dorm room? That's pretty unconventional.
[Actually, now that he thinks about it... How is he understanding so much of that Japanese, when it's not the kind of thing that he talks about with his mom?
He'd probably get a headache if he thought about it for too long, so he'll go ahead and just. not do that.]
I remodeled it. I think it was carpet or hardwood before. I couldn't relax without the tatami mats. Maybe my double's house was the traditional Japanese type?
[NOT THINKING ABOUT IT TENDS TO HELP A LOT, APPARENTLY....]
You...couldn't relax. [memory-shouto what does that even mean, oh my god] That might be a reasonable explanation, sure...though that's very traditional indeed, if that's the case.
And you remodeled it off the cuff, you're saying? Guess that's something they must allow over there... [Speaking of not thinking about things: the more he thinks about all of what he's reading here, the more he's...starting to wonder now, great....] Dorms for what, for that matter? You'd still be in high school, if you're the same age then as you are now. Is it some kind of boarding school, then?
[Huh....Aizawa frowns at this last sentence even as he's typing it out. There's something different nagging at the back of his head now.]
That doesn't seem No, that seems only half right... [aizawa what]
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[It's odd, the way the knowledge kind of itches at the back of his head. It doesn't belong there, but it's such a strong part of the background--of those memories--that it just sort of unearths itself, when he actually stops to think about it? Everybody was speaking Japanese in those memories...
Like back home, huh. But it'd seemed so utterly normal he hadn't paid it a second thought.
...Weird. He finds he doesn't really like to dwell on it, so he doesn't.]
We were probably all in Japan, for that matter. If we were all in the same country for the majority of these memories, anyhow... [but wait] ...Tatami mats, though? For a dorm room? That's pretty unconventional.
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He'd probably get a headache if he thought about it for too long, so he'll go ahead and just. not do that.]
I remodeled it. I think it was carpet or hardwood before. I couldn't relax without the tatami mats. Maybe my double's house was the traditional Japanese type?
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You...couldn't relax. [memory-shouto what does that even mean, oh my god] That might be a reasonable explanation, sure...though that's very traditional indeed, if that's the case.
And you remodeled it off the cuff, you're saying? Guess that's something they must allow over there... [Speaking of not thinking about things: the more he thinks about all of what he's reading here, the more he's...starting to wonder now, great....] Dorms for what, for that matter? You'd still be in high school, if you're the same age then as you are now. Is it some kind of boarding school, then?
[Huh....Aizawa frowns at this last sentence even as he's typing it out. There's something different nagging at the back of his head now.]
That doesn't seem
No, that seems only half right... [aizawa what]
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I thought they were school dorms. Since Izuku was there and there were a bunch of the other classmates around.
Do you remember something?