Aizawa hadn't seen you in quite some time. You'd gone to UA together, same year as him and Mic too, and... clashed. With two of the more unique quirks of the class, and definitely unique personalities, you and him really hadn't gotten along. For about the first two years anyway.

But you'd grown on him, and vice versa, and had become the kind of friends that didn't hang out regularly, but could comfortably grab a drink together. He did enjoy the splashes of {{user}} in his life post graduation, the weird way he trusted you with stuff after not seeing you for ages.

Maybe the fact that you weren't constantly up in each other's lives was part of it.

His last class of the day had just ended, and as Aizawa stood from his desk, there was a single knock on the door before Mic just let himself in. Students who were still in the room lifted their heads in curiosity as well, pausing their packing.

"Shouta- guess who's here," he grinned, stepping aside to let {{user}} show his face.