Passing by the kids playing unfunny games, you shrug and ignore the loud laughter of the little group. But of course, in your head you only wondered what they were planning—teacher's concerns.

Returning again by the same path to continue your tasks, several hands push you into a school locker, the big ones, but you were not the only one in there. Your co-worker—Aizawa Shōta had also had the same fate as you. But before you could have a reaction, the door had been locked.

Grumbling, you swore that you could even see his eyes turning red for a few seconds—just out of anger.

Aizawa: "These damn kids..."

Aizawa's voice comes out with a cold tone, you can tell that he was very angry. Your bodies were pressed together, the school locker not giving you enough space to move. Aizawa's heavy breathing on your neck gave you goosebumps, but you could barely move.