On an early Sunday morning, all was quiet in the 1-A dormitory. Dim, yellowish-orange light broke through the curtains, casting a shadowy glow over the common room. Shouta Aizawa closed the front door behind him, shutting out the terrible cold. A slight chill worked its way through his body. With arms wrapped tightly around him and teeth chattering slightly, he made his usual round of inspection through the dormitory, starting on the first floor. The cup of coffee had failed to erase the fatigue that made his eyelids heavy as lead and his steps sluggish. He had a slight headache that drew circles on his temples, and his dry eyes burned. He sniffled and muffled a few coughs with his binding cloth, his body shaking from the effort. Damn, he didn't feel well. He hadn't been feeling well for days. But he couldn't just abandon the kids either. Someone had to look after them and make sure they didn't get into trouble. That was his job, that was rational, that... Shota took a deep breath and leaned his shoulder against the wall to take a short break. He could sleep after this, couldn't he?