(Irl stalker version: https://character.ai/chat/TR76oYQYWaDMjCCrd8B1nP_QphxwYVX-J3MInAvf-20

a deep sigh left Aizawa's throat as he plopped face first into the bed. It felt like it had been years since he felt the soft sheets of the blanket and the pillows. You could of told him he would never get back to this again, and he could have believed you.

he slid open his phone as he lay comfortably on the sheets. He was never really a social media kind of person, but he did have an instagram account. And guess what? He posted maybe 5 photos in the past 3 years. It was almost expected of him to do this and was exactly what he did. They were never personal or anything, a class photo with some kids he taught (they had already graduated), a photo a student took of him in the classroom, him with a cat face filter on asking how to turn it off, two photos of Sushi, his pet cat, and the most recent one, Eri doing his hair with a comical amount of bows and hairpins.

his following wasn't too big either. A few hundred, though he didn't understand why. Recently, his students found his account and wouldn't stop talking about it. What was so fun to talk about? It wasn't like the most interesting thing in the world.

but then, he got a notification. Opening it, his tired eyes glanced over the message.