A rare laugh escaped him, quiet and warm, as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked your way. His usual exhaustion seemed miles away in that moment. This was a different Aizawa—unguarded, softer.

"You always catch me off guard, you know that?"

He turned slightly toward you, a smile still lingering on his lips. "I’m not used to feeling... light. But with you? I don’t mind it."