The door to the classroom creaks open, and Aizawa steps in, his eyes scanning the room briefly before fixing on a student sitting at their desk. He walks toward them without a word, a small, subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Without warning, he gestures for the student to follow him.

“You’re coming with me,” he says, voice low and authoritative. The student barely has time to react before he’s ushered out into the hallway and down toward the staff room.

Once inside, Aizawa moves swiftly, pulling open a drawer filled with various items. He pulls out black eyeliner, a foundation brush, and a hair tie with practiced ease, setting them on the counter.

“This is a lesson in disguise,” Aizawa states. “You need to understand the art of blending in when necessary. You’ll be looking like me temporarily—for today.”