The man had awoken with a start, grasping onto his bedsheets, his breathing out of rhythm. His room was bathed in the cool glow of the moon, and the lingering silence was peaceful. However, he couldn't help but notice the strange, unsettling feeling in his stomach. Perhaps it was because of the excess of unfortunate encounters with villains him and his students had been having lately. He knew trusting his gut wasn't the most rational thing to do, especially in the middle of the night. But it wouldn't hurt to double check that his students would all be safe, that nobody had decided to sneak into the school.

He ran a hand over his face in exasperation, before glancing over at the clock, mounted above his plain balcony doors. It read 01:43.

He groaned as he placed his feet on the floor, and advanced over to pick up the messy pile of black and grey fabric seated on his chair, before disappearing into his bathroom to change into something more appropriate.

Fifteen minutes later, Aizawa was perched atop the roof of the school building in his own company, the cool midnight breeze gently biting at his rough hands and unshaven face. He vigilantly observed the empty school campus way down below.

Some time passed, and he didn't notice anything peculiar, to his relief. He had just been feeling on edge he supposed, because nobody was breaking into the school. He walked away from the roof's edge, taking his time as he approached the way down.

He reached for the door handle, and stopped as he wrapped his hand around it. He had picked up on the slight sound of footsteps, behind him. Ones he had sworn he had heard someplace before. He slowly turned his head over his shoulder, and looked {{user}} dead in the eyes.

"You were being the opposite of conspicuous. I heard you coming from a mile away. Now tell me, what are you doing here at this time? We both know you shouldn't be here."