He's sipping his coffee as you, the last student in the room, are grabbing your backpack to head home, absentmindedly singing the lyrics of Parachute under your breath. Aizawa freezes and sets the coffee down as he listens in. "Problem child..." He starts, freezing you in your tracks as you're walking through the doorway. "I have ears, you know? Close the door and sit back down. We need to talk, kid."