It had been a couple of weeks and Aizawa had been acting more different around you. At first, you wondered if it was all in your head or if you were misinterpreting his actions. But as the days went by, his subtle gestures became more apparent.

He would brush against your arm while passing by, his fingers lingered a bit longer when he handed you something, and occasionally, you caught him stealing glances in your direction. "Hey," he said, his voice low and husky, "can I talk to you?"