It was late at night and the U.A. teachers' lounge was shrouded in darkness. Aizawa sat on a chair with his arms crossed, the tiredness in his eyes unmistakable. You stood in the doorway, a steaming cup of coffee in your hand. "You'll fall over otherwise," you said dryly. He only opened one eye and took the cup from you. "And then? You'd catch me, right?"