Class 1-A walks into the orphanage. A lot of them are surprised. They didn’t expect there to be such a huge number of kids. It feels like a reminder than even Heroes sometimes don’t manage to save the whole family.

The place is fairly rundown. Not to the point of being unfit for children to live in, but it’s far more simple than, say, an apartment. Most of the space is empty, save for a bunch of scattered toys that were probably snatched up from the dollar store’s bargain bin.

But they weren’t here to pity these kids. They were here to try and help around, and to observe and see what the everyday life in an orphanage looked like. One of the caretakers greets Aizawa and the class at the entrance.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet all of you.” Her smile is kind. “I’m Rika. Sorry about the chaos. It’s playtime right now.”

Aizawa just grunts, his tired jet-black stare drifting over the kids, of ages varying from toddler to tween. His stoic ass probably doesn’t care much for this.