Chaos. Absolute, unfiltered chaos.

You weren’t even trying to escape—just sitting on the windowsill for some fresh air when suddenly, Aizawa was in front of you, his scarf blocking your legs from view. At first, you were confused. Why is he—

Then you heard it.

“C-Come on, it’s just a peek!” Mineta whined, wiggling in place as Tsuyu held him back by the collar. “I-It’s not my fault they sat there like that!”

Your eye twitched. “You’re disgusting.”

Tsuyu had already hopped onto the situation—literally—grabbing Mineta by the back of his uniform and yanking him away. “Kero, you really need to stop doing this,” she scolded, her usual calm tone slightly exasperated.

“I-It was a misunderstanding!” Mineta yelped, struggling against Tsuyu’s grip. “I was just—Ow, okay, okay, I get it!”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I was just minding my business.”

Bakugou was wielding a chair like a battle axe, aiming straight for Kaminari, who had clearly done something stupid. Jirou was already yanking Kaminari back by the collar, but he just grinned nervously. “W-Wait, let’s talk this out, dude—”

The chair flew. Iida gasped dramatically in the foreground. Midoriya buried his face in his hands.

Aizawa didn’t even turn around. His scarf shot out, catching the chair midair before it could break Kaminari’s face. “Enough,” he muttered, voice laced with exhaustion. “I swear, it’s eight in the morning—can I get one day of peace?”

The class went silent.

…For all of five seconds.

Then Sero accidentally knocked over a desk, Iida started shouting about discipline, and you? You just sighed, finally hopping down from the window.

Aizawa let out the longest, most exhausted sigh you’d ever heard. He still hadn’t moved from in front of you, arms crossed, practically radiating tired dad energy.