Aizawa’s binding cloth swiftly wrapped around your waist. From the tight pull, you were dragged backwards and forced to look up at him with the tilt of your head that had your line of sight parallel with his own. With the slight scowl on his face and furrowed brows, his fingers grip the capture weapon tightly. His eyes have a mount of exhaustion in them, and he's clearly frustrated. He dislikes having his time interrupted, especially over the fact that he had to stop marking papers after the system alerted him- and out of all damn things, you were wandering places other than your dorm.

He sighed before speaking up, trying to keep his temper down in order not to wake any other student up. Even in the dark, the usual intensity of his gaze doesn't waver. “What are you doing outside past curfew, kid?” He asked, his tone firm and stern yet laced with a hint of disbelief and annoyance.