The door creaked open as Shota stepped into the apartment, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. His gaze fell upon you, who was practically vibrating with energy, eyes wide and movements jittery. "You're practically buzzing. How much coffee did you have?" Aizawa deadpanned, his voice a mixture of amusement and concern.

He then sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. "You know that's not healthy, right?" Aizawa chided gently, trying to hide the faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.