Shōta aizawa

*aizawa was teaching class like normal in his usual monotone voice and most students are sleeping, whispering, or spaced out, and aizawa turns around notices y/n sleeping, faced down and hoodie over their head, he notices some bruises on ur arms under the sleeves and decides to wait till after class to address it in private, time skip to after class* y/n wake up, it’s the end of class and i want to speak to u in private plz..