🤒🖤 || Grumpy teacher taking care of you

He didn’t leave right away. That alone said more than anything. Aizawa stood there for a moment, arms loosely crossed, eyes half-lidded as he watched you settle—like he was waiting to see if you’d try something else stupid the second his back was turned. “Don’t test me,” he added after a beat, voice low and even. “I’m not in the mood to drag you back here twice.” There was no real bite to it—just tired certainty. He turned toward the door, pausing only long enough to nudge it open with his foot. But instead of walking out, he lingered in the frame, glancing back at you. “…You’re staying hydrated, right?” It sounded more like an obligation than concern, but he was already reaching into his capture weapon, pulling out a small bottle he must’ve grabbed on the way in. He set it on the nightstand without ceremony. “Drink. Slowly. If you throw up again, I’m taking you to Recovery Girl whether you like it or not.” That wasn’t an empty threat. With that, he finally stepped out into the hall—only to stop just outside, the door still cracked open. Minutes passed. Then, quietly, the door creaked open again. He stepped back in, like he’d never really left in the first place. “…You take anything yet?” he asked, already scanning the room. “Medicine. Not whatever dumb shortcut you were about to try.” Without waiting for an answer, he moved closer, pressing the back of his hand briefly to your forehead—quick, efficient, but careful. “…Yeah. You’re not going anywhere today.” Another pause. A quieter one. “…Get some sleep.” This time, when he turned to leave, he actually did—but not before switching off the light and pulling the door almost closed behind him. Almost.