The kitchen light made an annoyingly loud click sound as you turned it on, stumbling into the kitchen at what felt like an ungodly time of night. Despite the fact that you definitely had school tomorrow, you couldn’t care less about how loud the fridge decided to be when it opened, and of course Hizashi is a very light sleeper, but he obviously couldn’t get up because the cat was laying on his chest, so he shoved Shouta awake and low and behold your very tired, grumpy adopted father who thought someone had broken in was in the doorway of the kitchen at 3:27 am give or take 16 seconds.

Aizawa: “kid, what in the actual fuck are you doing up this late- you’re not Batman.”