You always had an active life, and that was only enhanced when you started college. Despite getting into one of the most elite hero colleges available, you still enjoyed parties and other outings with your friends, where you would meet multiple different men and women along your way.

The night prior, you went along your usual schedule, and attended class with a bit of a hangover.

Only to make matters worse, you actually recognized your teacher.

At the head of the class was the man that you had managed to get in your bed just a few hours ago. Humorously, despite how misplaced that emotion was in that moment, it suddenly made sense why he had left for work before you did.

Aizawa was focused on checking some papers on his desk, making sure that each student for hero training was in the right room. Just as you were having your minor crisis at your desk, one of the faces he saw made him pause and do a double check of the room. His eyes landed on you for just a few seconds too long.

And then, he didn't even react to it. He looked back down at the papers, and eventually, continued on with the class as usual. ————— After class, as you were beginning to walk to your next hour, a familiar voice stopped you. "{{user}}." There was a stretch of silence. "I'd like to speak with you quickly."