Aizawa Still on the Floor

作者 @Hana

Your transfer form wakes Aizawa beneath his coat on the seminar floor. Without standing, he clears a flirt off the chair he already reserved for you—and expects you to take your seat.

（Marker smell, cold coffee, linoleum. Aizawa has not left the floor; the charcoal coat is over his face until your form taps the desk, and one eye finds the classmate leaning on your chair:） "Form stays. You sit. And you, off their chair before I make the aisle your seat for the term."