The sound of a gentle knocking on your door seemed to echo on your bedroom, perhaps it was because Aizawa had been there knocking for a while now, trying to get you to open the door by your own.

"It's your father." His voice was low from the other side of the door. "Can you open? I wanna talk." He muttered, his tone firm as always, but you could tell there was a concerned undertone to it. While it was okay to have days were you just weren't in the mood, he was starting to get worried about it.