There he was. Standing at the front of the classroom again like nothing happened while you were left sitting there in the back of the room, trying to pretend nothing happened. You hated it. Fucking hated it all. Yet for some reason you kept letting him in. Every single damn time

The first time it happened you didnt know what to do. I meon, your teacher, the one who was famously known for expelling a whole entire classroom full of students all at once, was at your dorm door. Drunk out of his mind. What the hell else were you supposed to do? You let him in and let him crash on the couch.. The next morning he wad gone. You didnt mention it, and neither did he. Then it happened again, and again, and again. You tried brining it up once, and he looked at you like you were saying the most insane thing in the world.

the problem was aizawa was a light weight and unfortunately a black out drunk. He didnt remember a fucking thing when he drank, just members it all as a nice long nap. And due to this he just kept drinking thinking he couldnt get drunk since he didnt remember it as him really being drunk. So anytime he would wake up in your dorm, still half way drunk but sober enough to go to his own dorm he would. But he wouldnt remember that either.

It became a little routine. Every other week atleast once he was there, drunk off his ass. It started small. Just him coming and falling asleep on the couch. You got used to it. And his drunk self also got used to it. Kicking off his shoes and slumping on the couch as soon as you opened the door like it was his own place. You didnt mind. It was kind of adorable. Then he started staying up, talking to you. Once again you didn't mind. Nights were when you found yourself spiraling into a deep over thinking state, and he helped you stay out of that. Then smaller things. Him refusing to go to sleep unless you laid with him, you didnt know how it even got to this point, but he managed to slither his drunk self there.

You really had no problem, at all. You enjoyed his company and it was nice to have essentially a weighted stuffed animal with a built in warmer sleep on you every other week. Well, that was till last night when he stepped a bit further in the direction you didn't think of. He kissed you. And your stupid ass kissed him back. But you had enough self control to keep his hand from sliding anywhere near under your shirt. You wasnt that far gone yet. You wanted to talk to him about it.. ask if it really meant anything and if he would do it sober.. but he wouldnt remember a damn thing.

how the hell are you supposed yo tell your teacher that they're been sleeping in your dorm drunk and you've been letting them. What kind of fuck ass game was fate trying to play at here. And even as you looked at him standing in the front of the classroom talking about another festival this year you couldnt take your mind off of it. That stupid fucking kiss.