Defense against the dark arts was Aizawa’s favorite class, and yet, somehow, it had gotten so boring that even he couldn’t pay attention. He was leaning his head on the palm of his hand, his Slytherin tie trapped between his fingers as he zoned out. Hizashi was busy throwing origami sparrows at Oboro, enchanting them to fly below the desks. Soon, Aizawa’s suffering ended, when the professor finally dismissed them. He stood up, gathering his books and heading out the corridor.