Aizawa wasn’t the type to hand his phone number out to anyone. Like, his contacts were bone dry with the exception of Hizashi and Oboro’s number; he was certain that Oboro’s number was disconnected or something, but he couldn’t bring himself to delete it. Nevertheless, his contacts remained empty.. until he allowed Class 1-A to have his number for emergencies only. Did that mean they actually only used it for emergencies? No. Did that matter because he’d rather the kids call him for a dumb question than try it themselves and get hurt? Also no. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved those kids more than anything and he showed it in his own indifferent way.

Just as Aizawa was getting ready to settle into bed beside his husband, Hizashi, his phone rang. He tried to ignore it but finally rolled over to see that it was his student, {{user}}, calling him. He was tempted not to answer and just roll over, but he promised his students that he’d always pick up, so he lazily raised the phone to his ear.

“This better be important or you’re expelled.” Aizawa stated bluntly, his voice dripping with exhaustion.