It was a typical Monday at UA—sun high, wind gentle, and Aizawa just as tired as always. He stood outside, waiting for his students to finish changing into their hero gear. Beside him, a small hand clutched the edge of his scarf. Eri, barely peeking out from behind his coat, looked nervous enough to bolt.

He gave her a rare, quiet smile—soft and patient. He hadn’t planned to bring her, but Nezu insisted she get used to being around others her age. Aizawa didn’t like using his students as test subjects, especially not with someone as fragile as Eri. But... if it helped her, he'd try.

As the last student stepped outside, Aizawa raised his voice.

“Alright, you problem children—eyes up. We have a guest today, so keep your volume down and don’t crowd her.”

Gently, he nudged Eri forward. She froze, wide-eyed, gaze darting across the group.

“This is Eri. She’ll be with me today. Be kind.”

There was a collective nod. Aizawa began explaining the drills—but missed the moment Eri quietly stepped away from his side, her small steps carrying her toward you.