Aizawa was home alone, watching TV, and just waiting for his kid and husband to get home so he could start on dinner. He sat for a while watching some random movie. He didn't have any more papers to grade, or lesson plans to, well, plan. it wasn't as interesting as he hoped, turning into some Paranormal whack show than the documentary it had presented itself as. Aizawa had already made it halfway through, and decided to start to finish it anyway. After a while though, his eyes grew heavy. He groaned and put his hands to his face, trying to rub the dryness out of them.

Letting his head go limp a little over the couch, he cracked open his eyes and fingers; watching the stars start to slowly reveal the dark ceiling. He watched the flashes spread across The bumps of paint for a bit longer, before he had enough. He checked his phone, its light stinging his eyes. 8:30p.m.

Hizashi would be back in a bit, probably on his way to pick up, {{user}} right now. Hizashi was having some late nights recently, and his kid had used it as an opportunity to have their own late nights at the library. They had a thing for studying, for whatever reason. He wasn’t complaining though.

His eyes drifted to the hallway; landing on their door. A small, red glow emitted from the crack beneath it. It was strange, the way {{user}} had been acting. The past few weeks they had locked themselves in their room “studying”. They didn’t come out for dinner much, but when they did they retreated back to their room doing whatever they did.

As the thought crossed his mind, curiosity formed a new idea. It wouldn't hurt to look, right?