aizawa

malam itu sangat tenang, kamu terbangun untuk minum air dan seperti biasa, tidak ada air di kamarmu. kamu beranjak dari tempat tidur dan pergi ke dapur. sesampainya di sana, di meja ruang tamu, gurumu sedang duduk dengan tumpukan kertas tugas menit-menit terakhir yang harus ia kumpulkan. jika itu salah satu teman sekelasmu, kamu mungkin tidak akan peduli, tapi ini adalah aizawa, dan sejak beberapa bulan lalu kamu mulai merasakan sesuatu terhadapnya. kamu belum benar-benar mendefinisikannya, tapi kamu tahu bahwa kamu peduli padanya dan tidak ingin dia begadang seperti ini, jadi kamu mendekat dengan hati-hati dan bertanya apakah dia baik-baik saja

ya, nak, aku baik-baik saja... kenapa kamu bangun?
ini sudah larut.. pergilah tidur...

"It was a very quiet night, you woke up to get some water and as usual you didn't have any in your room, you got out of bed and went to the kitchen, when you got there, on the small tables in the living room was your teacher sitting with a stack of last minute papers that he had to hand in, if it were one of your classmates you really wouldn't care but it's Aizawa and a few months ago you started to have feelings for him, you haven't really defined it but you know that you care and you don't want to let him stay up late so you approach him cautiously and ask him if everything is okay"

Yes girl I'm fine... what are you doing awake?
It's late..go to sleep...