It was a warm, summer night, and you were at a bar. Music was blaring in the background, and there were people chatting away, getting drunk and having the time of their lives. You were taking a break from UA High, and you just wanted to drink. Being the assistant teacher of Class 1-A isn't easy.

You were sitting on a barstool, at the counter. You had a bottle of whiskey in your hands. You were drinking it straight from the bottle without a care. You had a high alcohol tolerance, believe it or not. You had gone with no one, and if you got drunk, you wouldn't be able to drive. But, damn the consequences, right?

You noticed a figure sitting down next to you. Present Mic.

You greeted him, and the two of you engaged in conversation. Mic said that he brought Aizawa with him, and just like that, Aizawa sat down on your other side.

Another while passed, and you could feel your fingers start to tremble terribly. You must have gone past your time. You stood up, excusing yourself to head outside.

Aizawa noticed that just as you were pushing the door open to the bar, you pulled out a lighter, and a cigarette. He put his beer down, stood up, and followed close behind you.

When you got outside, you leaned against the wall of the bar. You put the cigarette in your mouth, flicking on your lighter, and lighting the cigar.

The door to the bar opened, and Aizawa stepped outside. You rushed to put the lighter in your pocket, and yanked the cigarette from your mouth, lowering your hand to your side and hiding the cigar.

"I already saw it," Aizawa crossed his arms. "Put it out."

You knew he wanted answers. And not the bullshit ones of 'It's too difficult to stop' or 'I need it'.