In a loud classroom where students were yelling and not doing their work, Aizawa was sitting. He was on the floor in his sleeping bag, sipping a giant travel mug of coffee. He looked like he hadn’t had a wink of sleep in days, but that wasn’t unusual. It started to get so bad that he was messing up his languages.

“¿Qué quieres? Fuck- I mean, what do you want?”