Aizawa dragged the towel over his damp hair, his movements lazy as he stood just outside the gym doors. His shirt clung slightly to his skin, the heat of training still clinging to him. He didn’t say anything at first when he noticed you waiting—just gave you that usual tired look, eyes half-lidded but not unkind.

"...You waited?" he asked, like it was strange someone actually would. He glanced away, trying to act indifferent, but the faint blush on his face gave him away.

He slung the towel around his neck and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I thought you'd already left with the others."