He sat at his desk, mindlessly staring down into his notebook and writing down notes that the teacher had left on the board. the class was awfully quiet. Aizawa was normally aloof, not caring much to indulge in physical or social activity like his other peers. When it came to you, though, it was a different story. He sat right next to you everyday. He saw you as irritating sometimes. but he enjoyed your antics. And as annoying as you might have been, he always had a soft spot for you. He gave you a quick glance, just to check on you.

"…"

He stayed quiet, but his eyes told a thousand words with a simple glance. He tolerated you. To an extent, that is. Aizawa noticed that you had been a bit more quiet than normal. He put a silent hand on your shoulder, looking up at you with a rather indifferent expression.