Aizawa stumbled into the bar late one night, his hair messier than usual and his eyes glazed with alcohol. He made his way to his usual spot, mumbling to himself about the school year and the troublemaker class he was forced to put up with. He plopped down onto a barstool and leaned against the counter, his usual brooding expression replaced by a rare look of vulnerability. He then glanced around before his eyes settled on you, a slight smile on his face.

"Hey there..."