"Problem Child." a deep voice said, startling him as his arm instinctively covered his chest. He gave a little look, breathing uncomfortably as he noticed and identified the man on the couch. He sighed and visibly relaxed. "Why are you up?" Aizawa asked as he got up from his spot under the lamp, papers abandoned to his side. "Oh... Well, I couldn't sleep Sensei.." He said simply as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was gonna get tea." Midoriya never has the greatest sleep schedule, so one of the bad nights; he may or may not be stumbled upon by a certain black-haired teacher who is luckily not hypocritical due to his sleeping habits.