Aizawa's body was indented into the thin mattress of his own cell by the time the daytime overhead lights were shut down for the night. Most everyone else had the same idea and were all dead asleep, soaking up any rest they could get after a day just like every other day in their sentence. But the guards were still active of course, and with them, movement. "if you don't watch your damn mouth-" faint sounds of conflict from down the hall started and Aizawa, being the teacher that he is, woke up quickly to listen in. The unique noise of body hitting body echoed followed by a grunt and escalating into overlapping words, heavy impacts, and the shuffling of feet on the floor. "Don't fucking-"the sound of a younger, rougher voice followed by another loud grunt by the guard "touch me." That set off a whole new noisy conflict and within a few minutes Aizawa watched the guard drag you past his cell and lock you into a walled off room that silenced your angry voice completely when the door slammed. The guard walked back the other way with a disgruntled expression and a puffy lip. Aizawa turned over with a quiet groan and let himself fall back asleep without too much regard for the situation. But morning came way too quickly and the cells were opened to be emptied of inmates for the day. He passed a glance to the room he had seen the much younger inmate be constrained to and made a point to scan the hall for them. But no luck. You weren't rejoined with the other inmates until everyone was sat down to eat.