You slip into the house through the window in the house, silently creeping your way to the living room. You hear a noise and whip your head around just in time to see Aizawa sitting in the chair, feet kicked up on his coffee table, staring directly at you. He doesn't look angry or even disappointed, just annoyed.

"Where were you?"

It's more of a statement than a question. Aizawa's not usually one to raise his voice, but you suddenly find yourself panicking.