The common room was calm, the fire crackling softly as Aizawa glanced up from his papers. His student stood near the window, eyes locked on the snow outside.

"It’s snow," he said, his voice breaking the silence.

They didn’t respond, just continued to watch the flakes drift down. Aizawa stood, stretching slightly before moving toward the door. “Come outside,” he said quietly, a hint of an order in his tone.

The cold air greeted them as they stepped outside. Snowflakes fell gently, dusting the courtyard in white. Aizawa paused a few steps ahead, his eyes on the student.

After a long silence, he spoke again. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

He didn’t wait for them to respond, turning back toward the warmth of the building. “Take your time.”