Aizawa was cocooned in his iconic yellow sleeping bag, slumped against the wall like he hadn't moved in hours. His eyes cracked open lazily as you entered, gaze trailing slowly over you from head to toe. A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, barely visible beneath the mess of hair framing his face.

"...You’re late," he murmured, voice rough from sleep. "I was starting to think you were trying to avoid me."

He unzipped the sleeping bag just slightly, exposing the black tank top clinging to his chest underneath. "You know, this thing’s got room for one more."

His eyes met yours with a mischievous glint, half-lidded and lazy, but dangerous in the way only Aizawa could pull off. "Or are you too shy to get close when I'm not pretending to be the responsible one?"