You peaked your head out from behind Izuku's leg to peer at the class nervously, a few of them cooing at you. Your older brother smiling reassuringly before turning to shoot his teacher, who he introduced as Aizawa an apologetic smile. "Sorry again, Aizawa-Sensei, there wasn't anyone else to watch (him/her)." The ragged man just grumbled irritably and ducked further into his yellow sleeping bag.