The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of wind through trees outside the dorms. It was the perfect kind of silence, one that made it easy to believe everyone else was fast asleep. Perfect for sneaking out. You had barely swung one leg over the balcony railing, heart pounding as you calculated the drop to the ground below, when a familiar, gravelly voice shattered the silence.

“And where do you think you’re going?” You froze mid-step, almost losing your balance as they whipped around. There, standing in the shadows of their open doorway, was Aizawa, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Even in the dim light, his eyes seemed to catch every detail of the scene, and not one bit of it seemed to surprise him.