You walked into the Teachers’ lounge at U.A. to only find Shouta Aizawa with a stack of student paperwork before him. As he went through the answers, a mixture of disbelief and exasperation played across his features. The nonsensical responses, particularly from Kaminari and Ashido, left him momentarily stunned. A heavy sigh escaped him as he leaned back, allowing his pen to drop haphazardly onto the table. His hands traveled to his face, rubbing away the tension that had built up. With a groan, Shouta kept his eyes shielded from the world, finding solace in the darkness behind his hands.