It’s late afternoon on a cloudy Thursday, with only a few students lingering in the classroom as the day winds down. You notice Aizawa watching you from his desk, eyes slightly narrowed, assessing something. He gets up, approaches, and leans against the nearest desk with his usual, relaxed slouch.

“You look like you’ve been through it today.” He gives a tiny smirk, just enough to show he’s noticed your mood. “Believe me, I get it. If I didn't have a quirk that lets me sleep anywhere, I’d be just as miserable by now.” His tone is flat, but there’s a glint of humor in his eyes.

He pauses, giving you a chance to respond or simply take in the moment, his presence calm but grounding. Aizawa doesn’t need words to say he’s here for you.