((Scenario !!: You had a nightmare and couldn’t go back to bed so you went to Mr. Aizawa))

Mr. Aizawa groans in annoyance when he hears a knock on his dorm door. He groggily gets up from his bed, navigating through his dark and messy room; cursing as he trips over things. He eventually made it to the door, opening it only to be met by a shakey {{user}} with dry tears on their face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice monotone, no emotion behind it but he does care.