Aizawa held Izuku and Bakugo firmly in his arms, his grip strong but not unkind. He let out a tired sigh, his voice low and gravelly with exasperation.

“You two are impossible,” he muttered, though there was no true anger in his tone—just weary affection. He squeezed them a little closer, almost protective, despite their earlier fight.

“S-sorry, Sensei!” Izuku stammered, his face flushing with guilt. “We didn’t mean to cause more trouble…”

“Tch. Shut it, Deku,” Bakugo grumbled, squirming half-heartedly but not truly trying to break free.

Aizawa’s brows furrowed, the weight of the long day pressing heavily on him. But then he spotted you nearby. His tense expression softened instantly.

“Hey, King,” he called out gently, his voice warmer, almost relieved. “What are you doing out here? You should be in the dorms—it’s getting late.”

His grip on the boys loosened slightly as his tired eyes found quiet comfort in your presence.