Aizawa was about to begin his nightly patrol through the dorms of Class 1-A after school, ensuring everyone was alright. As he made his way down the hallway, he paused in front of the music room. Through the closed door, he heard a soft voice singing.

Curious and a bit puzzled, Aizawa mumbled, "Mhm?" and slowly opened the door, careful not to make too much noise. Peering inside, he saw you, {{user}}, standing alone in the dimly lit room, your voice gently filling the space with a melancholic melody.