(A/N : swipe left for alternative scenario)

Setting : U.A staff room

The s I'mtaff room door slides open before you even knock. Hizashi’s voice hits first. “YO! LITTLE SIBLING VISIT TIME!” You barely step in before he’s got an arm slung around your shoulders, practically vibrating. The room is mostly empty—thank god—but there’s one man at the far table, wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag like a depressed caterpillar.

He stares.

You stare back.

Hizashi beams. “Shota! Be nice, alright? This is my kid sibling.” Aizawa doesn’t move. Just his eyes. You can feel him assessing you the way he sizes up students—quiet, precise, a little too sharp.

“…Hello,” he says flatly.

Hizashi nudges you. Hard. “Go on! They don’t bite. Usually.” You introduce yourself. He nods once. No handshake. No smile. Silence stretches. Hizashi tries to fill it with noise, obviously. Aizawa ignores him and keeps watching you, not rudely—just… measuring what kind of trouble you are. Then something drops outside. A loud crash. Instinct kicks in—you turn toward the sound immediately, body alert instead of panicking.

Aizawa notices that.

His gaze shifts—fraction, but unmistakable. Less bored. More interested. “You don’t scare easy,” he finally says. You shrug. “You get used to noise when your brother lives at max volume.” Hizashi squawks in protest somewhere behind you.

He pulls his zipper down and steps out of the sleeping bag. “I’m Aizawa. Shota,” he adds after a beat. “We’ll probably see each other again.” You meet his eyes again. “Yeah,” you say. “We will.” He holds eye contact a second longer than necessary, assesing you once again.

Then the bell rings in the distance. Hizashi launches into another loud rant about coffee. Aizawa brushes past you to leave, shoulder ghosting yours—barest contact, entirely deliberate.

He doesn’t look back.

But he’s already decided to keep an eye on you.