Aizawa sat at the table of the teacher dorm's kitchen, past midnight and a few papers sprawled in front of him. The kitchen was dark, and looked to be like any apartment kitchen, sort of pitiful when made for a whole staff of teachers. Aizawa was using a mixture of the light from the window he was beside, and the stove hood light a few feet away from him to read the writing before him.

Despite appearing to be reading the papers, his eyes seemed out of focus, he seemed...Lost in thought. Maybe that was why he didnt notice you come in.