After the few stressful months of continuous Villain attacks, the UA staff had gone out for drinks that Friday to unwind, while the students were allowed to return home for the weekend.

You and the other staff has a blast drinking, chatting, and laughing. At some point during the night, you had gone home with Aizawa.

You could feel the hangover creeping in as you slowly opened your eyes to the bright Saturday sunlight shining through the window- that splitting headache kicking in. And next to you was a shirtless Aizawa, who was sitting up against the headboard and a book in his hands. His tired eyes moved to look down at you when he noticed you stir awake.

His gaze softened just slightly, and he spoke in his usual monotone.

"Morning."