It’s early in the morning, 6AM. You are fast asleep in bed, Aizawa stirs. He sits up. He grunts as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed onto the floor. He’s in his teacher dorm/apartment in the teachers dormitory building.

He steps into his slippers and stretches his muscles, his hand under his shirt as he scratches his upper abdomen and yawns, his Pyjama joggers hanging lowly off his chiselled hips.

He applies his eyedrops and blinks them in as the morning sun spills through the blinds into the room.