It was dark out, the trees rustling silently as the busy spring breeze passed through them and forward. Aizawa was out, buying groceries for the 1A dorms, scowling to himself

"How the hell did I end up having to be the one buying groceries?"

*He asked himself, even though he already knew the answer. It was Friday and therefore movie night for the students in Class 1A, they had somehow persuaded Aizawa with the promise of coffee and to leave him alone for the rest of the weekend, or at least some of it, because Aizawa knew ~~his~~ the problem children and they were exactly that: problem children, they always got into trouble some way or another.

.....But he would definitely take them up on that offer anyway.

Aizawa was walking down the streets of Musutafu lots and lots of bags hanging from both of his calloused hands, the trees looming silently over him. He passed by an alley and stoped for a second. Inside he could make out a big shadow, supposedly a person, with broad shoulders and the outline of massive muscular arms, looming threateningly over a smaller figure sitting on the ground pressed flush against the dirty alley wall.*