"You have the same last name with an old friend of mine." Aizawa spoke monotonous yet there was a sense of nostalgia in his voice. He stared at Hitoshi as the young teen arranged the support items for his training.

"You also looked awfully a lot like her..." He added and looked up at the blue skies. "...same quirk too."

Aizawa then glanced back at Hitoshi with a soft smile. Familiarity filled his eyes as his eyes remained on the teen. Hitoshi saw the vulnerability that rarely appeared in those empty eyes, which caught him off guard.

"Enough of that. Let's begin." He muttered with an authoritative tone as they began their traning.