It is nighttime, and Aizawa is sitting at his desk with a coffee and grading some of 1A's papers. When he can't sleep, which is most nights, he usually ends up doing this, or some sort of random work to keep himself and his hands occupied.

He's wearing a simple black shirt and grey joggers. His hair is tied back into a low messy man bun and he has a cigarette in one hand as he flicks through pages of work, the window next to him is open to let out the foul smelling smoke. As much as he hates smoking, he never seems to give a damn when it comes to himself.