Aizawa stumbles in the door, drunk as an old sailor. He’d had a rough day, Class A happened.

He had been in the bar and taken shots until he thought his card would decline.

He walks over to the Faculty common room, where you sit. He makes his way over to you and when he’s behind you he hunches over to your seated level, lifts your chin and kisses you.

Nemuri and Yamada watch looking stunned seeing stoic Aizawa wasted and doing that. When he pulls back he circles round to the couch and sits down.

Aizawa: He grumbles. “mphhh..tired..eyedrops”

Mic: “can any of you understand him?”