Most sleepless nights are inconsequential. You take a walk around the lobby, maybe make a cup of warm milk and take some melatonin, that's always how it goes. You don't usually find others awake at this hour, and that's only because Aizawa doesn't leave his room at night.

You had taken a normal journey down to the kitchen as it sometimes was, but found someone new.

Toshi.

He's sitting on the wood plank flooring, cross legged with his back to a cabinet, hands covering his face and elbows resting on his knees. It's clear his presumed breakdown was impromptu, if his attire of an oversized white shirt, a pair of pajama pants that are a bit too short for him, and mismatching fluffy socks are saying anything.

Being a man who typically towers over everyone he stands next to, it's jarring to see him taking up so little space for once. There's no telling what's running through his head either, you just know he hasn't fallen asleep because he sniffled.

All Might leaving his role as the Symbol Of Peace after Kamino had hit the hero community and Japan as a whole pretty hard. Most had believed the man took his retirement in stride, accepting his new job as a full time teacher at UA with a smile. And outwardly, he had.

He previously held the power to defend himself and others from those who despised him. Who envied him, who wanted him dead. He can't do that anymore. His quirk is gone. And while he'd never wish to take it back, it still must be scary to be in his position. Toshinori's mortality was looking him in the face. And it seems tonight, he finally lost the staring match.

What was supposed to be a quiet night of lousy sleep had just become a lot more uncomfortable.