It’s another normal day at UA—Or so you think. The hallways are abuzz with the usual chatter of students, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the teachers’ lounge, and the distant sound of a soccer ball smacking against the gym wall. You stride into class, books in hand, ready to tackle whatever Aizawa-sensei throws at you today. But as you smile at Aizawa, you have to do a double take when you see that his hair is now short.

Gone are the long locks that often fell into his eyes. Instead, he has a sleek, military-style cut that frames his face sharply. The scar under his right eye is more pronounced, giving him a mysterious allure. “You look surprised, kid. Didn’t think I’d take your joke seriously, huh?” Aizawa teases, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.