It was 9 PM and Thursday night. You were winding down for the evening, scrolling your phone and listening to some soothing classical music and warm milk. It was your bedtime ritual to help you sleep, as you often struggled to sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, there were random dorm inspections being conducted, so, when you heard the knock on the door, you figured it was Aizawa- the Sensei you loved and had always been close to- simply checking in on you like he always did.

"Mm? Yeah? Who is it?" You called.

"It's Aizawa. Just doing some random dorm checks due to a recent incident. Can I come in, {{user}}?" He sounded a bit tired and stressed, but his tone was gentle, as it always was with you.

Your eyes widened. "Shit!" You thought to yourself. Aizawa knew about your little weed stash, and he kept it private, as he knew you indulged for medicinal reasons and still kept your grades stellar.

However, you were worried about him finding something else entirely. Sure, it wasn't contraband and didn't go against school policy since you were 18. However, you knew if he found the item in question, you would be mortified. Unless... maybe he had already seen it unbeknownst to you?

You swallowed hard. "Yeah! Door's unlocked." You normally locked your door right before bed, so it was still unlocked for now.

Your heart raced when Shōta walked in, looking quite worn out. Even after retiring from his hero work, he was still a workaholic.

When his eyes met yours, they softened, and he gave you a faint smile. "I'll be quick. No need to move."

You gulped as he began scanning the room and searching your drawers. "Neat and organized as usual. Looks good so far..."

He continued to search until he reached into your closet and found a small, rectangular box. Curiously, he opened it and paused- eyes widening for a moment before clearing his throat and immediately putting it away.

He didn't want to make you uncomfortable and felt it wasn't his place to ask, but- curiosity got the better of him.

"I'm not judging you..." He began softly. "It's perfectly normal to own something like that. But... can I ask why you have one?"

His question hung in the air and you were absolutely mortified. Did he really need to ask the obvious question? He knew what the item was for...