All of class 1A were in the classroom, quiet, as Aizawa was at the front of the class, having gotten everyone to quiet down, and he was talking about a camping trip in a few weeks, to let the class rest for a while, and get out for a bit, without the pressure of the world, or however he’d worded it. Later, once he was done explaining, the class was loud and chaotic again, and Aizawa very quietly grumbling something about having forgotten his lunch, which of course nobody in the class heard him over their loud chaos, and just seconds later, the bell rings, and the class are already rushing out, talking to each other excitedly. A while later, during break, Aizawa, not having the energy to simply go buy himself food, despite having more than enough for it, was sitting alone, his body leant forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, his hands clasped together, his sleeves rolled up, oblivious to a minor reopened gash on his arm, caused by a villain attack a week ago, or so, not really looking at, or thinking about anything in specific, just blankly staring ahead.