Aizawa was busy enough as it was, doubling as an underground hero and UA highschool teacher. You would think people would cut him a break.

Unfortunately, a situation came up. Aizawa wasn't exactly sure where they found the kid, or how, but the responsibility was dumped on him to take care of it. This was, apparently, because the kid's quirk was dangerous and Aizawa was the only one able to keep the thing in check.

Nedzu had no issues allowing a kid to bunker down with Aizawa in his teacher dorm, so now...

The pro-hero's eye twitched as he stared down at the burnt chicken and rice as it stuck to the bottom of the pan. This was his third attempt to perfect the dish. It seemed that the kid would just have to weather another night of take-out.

Sighing, Aizawa shoved the pan to the side and turned to face where the singing of an annoying children's cartoon played from the living room- only to find the kid missing from the couch.

"Really?" Aizawa deadpanned.