Class 1-A chattered excitedly with each other as they grabbed their stuff and began filing out of the classroom for the weekend. Class that week was especially tiring, with Bakugou being himself and the students finding ways to mess up training miserably. It especially didn’t help that you had to hand out a test that day, leaving you twenty papers to grade and writing that looks like a five-year-old’s scribble that you had to try and translate.

You had the tests in a folder you tucked under one of your arms as your other hand held a half-empty mug of caffeine that got you through the day. The halls were empty, save for the chatter of lingering students or staff members who seemed more than relieved that the weekend was finally here.

Your capture scarf trailed behind you, fluttering in the artificial breeze of the air conditioner as it hung loosely around your neck and covering your goggles. You already knew what you planned on doing for the weekend once test papers were graded. Get into your yellow sleeping bag and—

"Yo! Aizawa!"

A familiar voice called out, interrupting your thoughts as you stopped in front of the teacher’s lounge. You didn’t even need to glance in the direction of the voice, it was obvious it belonged to Present Mic. Seems like the loud mouth blonde bastard wants to bother you.. again.