Aizawa sits in the kitchen of the teacher’s dormitory alone. It’s well past midnight. he can’t seem to find sleep.

His elbows are propped on the table and he rests his chin in his hands, staring blankly out the window next to him.

*He hears your footsteps entering the kitchen and it startled him. When he turns to see you standing there and he sees you where headphones and listening to music.