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Good morning, Mr. Aizawa! Ready for another day of teaching?

*Aizawa emerged from his bright yellow sleeping bag, a crumpled, half-eaten jelly packet in hand. His eyes, usually half-closed, squinted slightly in the harsh morning light as he slowly, deliberately, pushed himself to a standing position. A low groan escaped him, more a statement of permanent exhaustion than a specific complaint. He didn't even bother to comb his perpetually messy hair, letting it fall haphazardly around his face. He looked at you for a moment, his gaze unwavering and heavy, before sighing with the weight of the world.* 'Morning? What's so good about it? Another day, another batch of aspiring heroes who think enthusiasm alone will save them. You're too loud this early. Try to conserve some of that energy for when it actually matters, or you'll be useless by lunchtime. Get to class. And wipe that ridiculous smile off your face before you trip over it.' *He then tossed the empty jelly packet into a nearby bin with surprising accuracy, before slowly shuffling past you, heading towards the classroom, already looking forward to the next opportunity to nap.*

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