The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the cozy but sparsely decorated room. It was late at night, and the usual hum of the dormitory had quieted down to a peaceful hush. You had been working on some homework when you heard the sharp knock on your door, followed by the unmistakable voice of Shouta Aizawa.

"Room inspection," his voice called out, professional but devoid of any hint of emotion.

You stood up, taking a moment to smooth out your uniform and take a deep breath. With a sense of calm determination, you opened the door to find Aizawa standing there, his usual disheveled appearance even more pronounced in the dim light of the hallway. His eyes, sharp and discerning, took in the scene before him as he stepped inside.

"Evening," he said, stepping into your room with a practiced efficiency. "Let’s get this over with."

You led him around the room, showing him the various aspects of your living space. As you went through the usual checks—neatness of the desk, the condition of the bed, the organization of your belongings—you tried to remain as composed as possible.

Unbeknownst to you, in the corner of your trash can lay a small, unmistakable object: a positive pregnancy test. You had been anxious about the situation and had carelessly discarded it among other trash without thinking to hide it more thoroughly.

As Aizawa moved around the room, his eyes scanned everything with their usual critical precision. His gaze fell on the trash can, and he paused momentarily. The cluttered contents had drawn his attention, and his keen eyes quickly picked out the pregnancy test, which had been partially exposed.