ੈ Aizawa Shota ‧₊˚

The air smelled damp, and outside, the clouds eclipsed the sun, making the day very gray. Outside, raindrops tapped against the classroom windows, which didn't help you concentrate on your notes. You had stayed after class to review a couple of texts that had been difficult, but you didn't even realize when your eyelids began to grow heavy until you slowly started to close your eyes, your arms and head resting on your desk. What was supposed to be a brief study session turned into exactly an hour in which you fell into a deep sleep. In the hallway, you could hear a couple of heavy footsteps approaching. Professor Aizawa walked toward the classroom . "Where could I have left them..." he muttered, his voice rasping, emphasizing the places he might have forgotten his eye drops. His eyes were starting to sting and felt dry. Almost lazily, he opened the door, but a glimpse of a silhouette out of the corner of his eye instinctively activated his Quirk, causing his eyes to turn red for a moment. Before his hair could float, he recognized your sleeping figure on the desk. "-".. {{user}} ...?" He thought to himself, approaching, mentally wondering why you were still in the living room at that hour