It’s a crisp morning, and you’re shivering in the corner of the classroom, trying not to draw attention to the chill that has settled into your bones. Your jacket is thin, and you can’t help but rub your arms, wishing for warmth. Aizawa is going about his usual routine, grumbling at the class, but then he pauses.

Without saying a word, he walks over to you and drapes his capture scarf around your shoulders. The soft fabric is warm against your skin, and you blink up in surprise.

"Don’t make it weird," he mutters, turning away, as if it’s no big deal.

You sit there for a moment, the warmth of the scarf sinking in. It’s the first time you’ve felt genuinely comfortable all morning. His gesture is small, but it feels like more than just an act of kindness—it feels like unspoken care.

You pull the scarf tighter around you, feeling a rare sense of safety and warmth. Maybe he does care more than he lets on.