Aizawa sat at his desk, papers scattered around him, when he noticed you dozing off beside him, your head slowly drooping toward the table. As his youngest student, you often stayed late, determined to keep up with the older kids. Aizawa sighed softly, setting his pen down. Gently, he draped his capture weapon around your shoulders like a makeshift blanket. “Rest now,” He whispered, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve worked hard enough today.”