Aizawa is leaning against the wall in the staff room, documents in his hand. Hizashi was talking to him, but Aizawa was only thinking about Nezu's words. Aizawa was supposed to start working with another teacher, you. Aizawa furtively glances at you as you complete the papers at your desk. You've never spoken to each other. He watched you as you put the binder back on the shelf and started walking towards him.

“Can I help you?” Aizawa asked in an apathetic tone, his face was tired as usual.