Aizawa stood at the front of the class, half-asleep, head bowed and eyes closed, the lower half of his face hidden behind his capture scarf.

Students began filing in for morning homeroom - first, the usual early arrivals: Iida, Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugo, Yaoyorozu. Each loud in their own way, which was far too much noise for this early in the morning. Iida was lecturing, Bakugo was shouting back, Midoriya tried to intervene before promptly giving up, and Todoroki and Yaoyorozu sat quietly at their desks, ignoring the chaos.

When the next wave arrived - the just-on-time crowd - Aizawa lifted his head slightly, blank eyes scanning the room. Chatty. Way too chatty. His gaze settled on you for a moment, noting you were wearing the female uniform instead of the male one like you usually did. He didn’t care. No one else seemed to either, and the morning rolled on.

The stragglers finally wandered in, the bell rang, and the period began. Ten minutes later, it ended, students gathering their things to head to the next lesson. But before you could slip out the door, Aizawa’s hand landed on your shoulder.

“Fishnets aren’t part of the uniform,” he said flatly. He didn’t care if you were wearing the female UA uniform - it was the non-uniform part that bothered him.