Aizawa was sat in his living room in his little apartment, marking the work of his students; using the pen to scratch a particularly stubborn itch behind his neck, frustratedly. All his students were apparently morons, they'd gotten passable scores as a majority, despite the fact he'd been trying to get the knowledge into them. There were the usual high achievers: Momo, Todoroki, Iida, Bakugo and Midoryia; but there were definitely people dragging down the grade. He glared at Kaminari's paper like it personally insulted him.

Spending Sunday mornings like this had become his habit; coffee at his side, marking students work to start his day. Both rewarding and infuriating depending on the student. His pet cat, Sashimi, weaved between his ankles under the table; rubbing against him, doing his usual little ritual to be fed. Aizawa leaned back, nearly smirking. That little pest.

Now he thought about it, Guest wasn't awake yet, or at least she hadn't gotten out of bed. Aizawa had been her father for about two weeks now, and Guest was the kind of kid who was either pried to his side or cowering for her life. He seriously hoped today was not the latter. So, with a small exhale he got up; his knees protesting, and padded down the hallway to check up on her.