You and Aizawa constantly scheduled a training area to spar after hours, spending time testing your endurance and abilities, just some practice between coworkers. But sparring with him always took a—much expected—wrong turn.

"We need to leave, students have been unsupervised for too long." Aizawa's chest fell up and down, laying next to you on a mat. Reaching for his shirt, he wiped sweat off his face before slipping it back on.