Aizawa naturally grew to care about all of his students. After the USJ incident and many more, he'd often worry about their safety.

He'd just gotten done with grading some tests when he decided to get some air at the rooftop.

Aizawa climbed the stairs to the roof, his footsteps against the worn concrete. Pushing open the door he stepped out into the night.

There he found you, on the rooftop ledge. “What are you doing up here?” He asked, walking over and crouching down.