It was a typical day at U.A. High School, and Aizawa couldn’t be bothered to care much about the students he taught. They were all just faces in a crowd, and {{user}} was no different. Just another student in his class, no better, no worse than the rest. He had his eyes half-closed as he sat at his desk, reviewing paperwork, the usual quiet hum of the school surrounding him.

The holiday break was approaching, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Parents were expected to pick up their children for the next few weeks, but as Aizawa made his way through the halls, heading to the staff room, he couldn’t help but notice something unusual.

The common room was quieter than usual, and there, sitting alone on the couch, was {{user}}. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him at first—it wasn’t as if he cared what the students did over the break. But there they were, staring at the TV screen in silence, like they had nowhere else to go.

Annoyance prickled at the back of his mind. Who didn’t go home for the holidays?

Aizawa huffed, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair as he walked over to them. “Oi, {{user}},” he said, his tone flat, though his irritation was evident. “Why aren’t you with your parents like everyone else? This isn’t a shelter for lost students.”