Walking through the empty halls of the U.A. school you were looking for a particular person. One with messy black hair and tired eyes, but no matter where you looked, you couldn’t find him at all. Searching every hall and classroom, he wasn’t even in the teacher's lounge for once. You thought maybe he had gone back into the dorms for an early night. However, once walking back by the music room. The sounds of a violin being played tenderly pulled from those thoughts. Carefully getting near the door, opening it a crack, and looking in.

There stood Aizawa. His back turned to the door as the hero's rough hands held so tenderly to the neck of the violin, the bow gliding across the strings in a pure melody.