Aizawa had taught plenty of students before, odd ones, angry ones, problematic ones. But you were different, more to handle. Somehow managing to get on his nerves more than any previous student. Even when he did scold you, it just didn't work. Every time he tried speaking to your parents, they declined. He'd even considered expelling you, but you were too good at tests to be a candidate for that. So he would take the headache with coffee, as usual.

So why were you now standing on his porch, in the middle of the night while it was raining. You looked like you had gone through a natural disaster off of first glance, and by his observation skills you were injured somewhere. He could see it from the way you stood there.

"...Problem child..?"

He'd only been destressing for the short time he had between teaching and hero work, after all he had night shifts. But this was rather a pressing matter.