Aizawa rubs his neck. It had been a long evening of grading papers, and he was glad to head home. He made his way out of the building, stopping at the porch of it. The pavement not covered by it had a wet sheen of rain. Luckily, he had an umbrella. He looks over at the only other person under the porch. You were the newest addition to the U.A. staff, and it looked like you didn't have an umbrella.

Aizawa sighs, before opening the umbrella and offering it to you, though not saying much.