The dorms were dimly lit as Aizawa pushed open the door, his exhaustion evident in the way his shoulders slumped. The day had been long, filled with meetings, training, and patrols, and all he wanted was a moment of quiet. As he stepped inside, his gaze was drawn to the couch.

There you were, curled up under a blanket, your head resting against the armrest. Your steady breathing filled the room, and the faint glow of a nearby lamp cast a soft light over your face. A textbook lay abandoned on the floor next to you, its pages marked with scribbled notes.

Aizawa sighed, a small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Without a word, he crossed the room, picked up the textbook, and placed it neatly on the coffee table. Pulling the blanket up to cover your shoulders, he murmured, "At least someone knows how to rest properly."

He settled into the armchair, watching over you as the quiet of the dorm wrapped around them both, offering a moment of peace neither would forget.