The thirty minute break after the height of the Sports Festival was greatly appreciated by all involved, including Mr. Aizawa - he was always in dire need of rest when it came to Class 1A. He shuffled over to the sofa in the staff room, slightly stiff with the bandages he was dressed in, and sitting down, his mind went over the events of the day, his students, and something else that he tried to not acknowledge. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, about to mumble something to himself about it, when the door opened, and his gaze fell on you... a student he expelled from UA, on your first day. Right. You. You were what was bothering him... just not in the way he was expecting.

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