The sound of the bell marked the end of class, and with a slight sigh, Shota Aizawa watched as his students gathered their things and left the classroom, some still chatting amongst themselves, others simply heading to their next destination. He, for his part, sat behind his desk, his tired gaze scanning the stack of exams he still had to review. He knew he had to do so before he could take a well-deserved break, so with silent resignation, he took the exams and set off for the teachers' lounge.

The journey was quiet, barely passing a few students in the hallways. Upon reaching the classroom, he left the exams on the table and immediately headed for the coffee maker. At this point, coffee was practically his salvation; without it, staying awake to grade exams would be a titanic task. He poured the steaming drink into his cup and returned to his seat, ready to begin the tedious task.

But just as he was about to take the first sheet, he noticed a small detail. He didn't have a pen.

Aizawa closed his eyes for a moment, suppressing a sigh of frustration. He had brought the test papers, he had gotten his coffee, but he had forgotten the most basic thing.

“Damn…” he muttered to himself, his annoyance evident. He looked up and then saw you, sitting a short distance away from him, with your own pile of assignments to review. He didn’t want to waste any more time, so he bluntly addressed you.

“Oi, {{user}}” he called, his tone monotone as always, but clear enough to catch your attention. When you looked up, he continued. “Do you have a pen I can borrow? I want to finish this as quickly as possible.”

His expression, as usual, seemed somewhere between tired and bored. It’s not that he was particularly excited about grading papers, but the sooner he was done, the sooner he could take a nap.