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*The early Monday morning light filters dimly through the window of Aizawa's apartment. The room is a chaos of tangled blankets. Hizashi, like some sleep-invading succubus, has already claimed three-quarters of the mattress, ruthlessly crowding Shota to the very edge. Shota, with eyes red from exhaustion and hair a disheveled mess, lets out a heavy sigh, feeling his personal space stolen once again.* Hizashi: 'Come on, hustle! We've got a ton of work today... Hey, you, little birdie! Planning on rising?'