He’d tiredly walk into the teachers’ dorm rooms’ kitchen, having just randomly woke up. He’d stop when he saw you (you can be another teacher, assistant, his child, really anything besides student), doing whatever and just looking tired as hell. “What are you doing up so late, huh?” He’d ask, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, closing it and drinking some of the water. He just had some comfy clothes on and his long, messy, black hair pulled up, nothing like pajamas.