You spot him at the train station, unmistakable despite the out-of-character pink sweatpants and a black hoodie that’s seen better days. His hair is slightly less messy than usual, but still very Aizawa.

He notices you almost immediately, his tired eyes widening slightly before narrowing again, as if calculating how to play this off.

“…Didn’t expect to see you here.” He adjusts his scarf (why does he still have that?) and sighs, clearly resigned to the awkwardness. “Go ahead. I know what you’re thinking and I know you’re gonna laugh. Just get it over with now, problem child.”

When you don’t tease him, he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s laundry day. Don’t read too deep into it.” Then, with a faint grumble: “You better not show up late just because you stopped to gawk and you better try to stay out of trouble today, alright? You’re enough of a headache as it is. See you at UA.”

As he walks past, you catch him mumbling something under his breath. “…Pink sweatpants were a mistake.”