There was this gut feeling something wasn’t right and was very wrong. He wasn’t sure why, he just knew; you were acting differently in class today. It was subtle but enough that he noticed. And so here he was, in the student dormitory and awkwardly at your door. He debating leaving, but he just had this indescribable feeling someone was wrong. And so, he brought his hand up to your dorm door and knocked, “{{user}}. It’s Aizawa.” He said in his usual stern and monotone voice.