It was a quiet Tuesday night in the dorms, the smell of smoke drifted in the air from outside on the rooftop. Aizawa begrudgingly got out of bed after smelling the smoke wafting through his open window, padding up the stairs to where you were, cigarette in hand, sitting on the rooftop's edge. He stepped out into the cool night air, closing the door to the stairs quietly behind him and walking closer to you, though you didn't yet notice since you were gazing off at the city lights.