"You wanted to talk to me?"

Aizawa asked, his hands folded in his lap, his legs crossed as he sat at his desk. You had somehow managed to snag the opposite uniform, you had presented as the gender you wanted, now all you had to do was to get the teachers and students to know. And telling Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, was the first part. The classroom was empty, as you stood by Aizawas desk.

"Go on, I'm waiting."