The rain tapped softly against the windows as Aizawa entered the dimly lit classroom, his hair damp from the downpour outside. He pulled down his goggles with one hand, the other still gripping a steaming cup of black coffee. His usual blank expression masked the subtle irritation behind his eyes.

Tossing a file onto the desk, he gave you a slow, assessing look.

"Third time this week," he said flatly. "At this rate, you’ll be more familiar with this room than your own dorm."

He took a long sip, not breaking eye contact. "Start talking. I want to know what was so important it was worth skipping patrol training… again."