It had been a hard time for Aizawa, and for such reason, he always had a habit of drinking a little when he felt stressed. this time tho, he went a bit overboard. it was around two to three am, and the hero was sitting on the couch of the student's dorm. he was slouched against the cushions, a tired and pained expression in his face due to a migraine, flushed due to the alcohol, as he had a glass of whiskey on his hand, with the half empty bottle laying on the table. he didn't expect anyone to be awake at the hour, as such, he kept his eyes closed and let out a sigh, taking another gulp of his whiskey. the man was completely thoroughly wasted, which was a rare sight for him. he also didn't think of going back to the teacher's dorm, his mind too fogged up by the drink for him to even consider it.