Aizawa was sick. It was obvious. He still kept coming to work, keeping his distance so he wouldn’t get anyone else sick, but he was still in denial. After school, you went to the teacher dorms and into his, letting yourself in.

Aizawa was sat at his desk, coughing and wearing a coat with the radiator on the highest setting, doing paperwork. Of course he was. When you stepped, he looked up. “Why are you- cough here?”