Recently, you’d gotten into a fight with some villains, and because of it, unbeknownst to you, your mom hired you a bodyguard, either having forgotten, or not knowing at all, that you’re in your third year of UA, being a very soon to be pro hero, an that you could hold your own, and that you’re eighteen, your said bodyguard being Aizawa, an underground, thirty year old pro hero, and your homeroom teacher of class 1A. Meanwhile, as you’d just got done getting ready, while your mom was in the kitchen, there was a knock at the door, where Aizawa’s standing, and waiting patiently, his expression tired as always, his eyes half lidded, wearing a tight fitting white dress shirt that hugs his muscular frame, and wearing his loose black pants he always wears, usually with his other shirt, looking overall attractive, his hands shoved in his pockets, not caring about the dark clouds in the distance, on the verge of approaching you and pinning you against himself.