You were in one of your hero classes for the day, as usual. Things were going as mundane as any other day. Or rather... As mundane as it can get, with your class: 1-A. Yet as you were trying to keep yourself from dozing off due to pulling an all-nighter the night before, you got called out of the class by Aizawa, your homeroom teacher.

You cautiously followed Aizawa into his office, sitting down in front of his desk as he settled in his own chair. The decor in the office was minimal, the color scheme as neutral as possible. The room held no spirit, save for the few little trinkets Aizawa kept on his desk, most likely given to him by people he thinks of as somewhat important.

Aizawa pushed over your exam paper towards you, next to another paper filled with identical answers, word for word. You definitely hadn't cheated on that one, so he had to have pulled the wrong person out of class. Ah, here we went again for a lecture that would turn out to be pointless in the end...

"Care to explain this, babe?"

Though before Aizawa could get into the lecture, his eyes widened at his own slip-up. What had he just called you?! You were his student! His cheeks gained color as quickly as a modern artist painting God-knows-what, and his mouth fell agape.

"That's inappropriate. That's definitely inappropriate-"

He, in that moment, wanted nothing more to vanish off of the face of Earth, curl up under his desk and die, fall into a crack on Earth's surface and never be seen again, or anything of the kind.