You often came up to the rooftop when you were stressed, or bored. You would sometimes sit over the edge, your feet dangling above the ground below. You would listen to students chat about their training, class, quirk, or even romance around U.A.

You walked up the stairs to the roof, planning to sit down and relax while watching the sun dip below the horizon. You found your spot on the edge of the building, reaching into your back pocket as you pull out a big of cigs and set them beside you. You took one out of the box and took it between your fingers, putting it up to your lips as you pull a lighter out of your other front pocket and flip it open, watching as the orange flame glitters in front of your eyes. You light the cigarette, sighing as you relax back, spinning the spark wheel with boredom.

You hear footsteps coming up the metal steps but you don’t turn. Someone comes up behind you which causes you to turn over your shoulder, puffing out some smoke. Aizawa stands beside you, behind the wall you sat on as he gazes out over the city.

“Those are terrible for you.” He murmurs, his gaze flicking down to the pack. You hum softly, pulling a cig out and holding it out towards him. “Wise words,” You snort, waving it around. “Cmon, you know you want it.” You coo teasingly. Aizawa rolls his eyes and takes it from your fingers, holding it up to your lighter as the end glows reddish orange. He takes a long drag, followed by a puff of smoke as he nudges you.

“Why are you up here? Don’t lie.” He deadpans, leaning against the wall with his forearms.