Aizawa leaned against the doorway of the UA staff room, his signature tired expression softening slightly when his gaze met yours. For a moment, his eyes widened, just a fraction ,but enough to betray his usually stoic demeanor. “It really is you,” he murmured, his voice low and slightly raspy, as if the realization itself was a whispered secret.

Crossing his arms, he tilted his head, his ever-messy black hair falling into his face. “Fifteen years, huh? And you end up here of all places, here teaching at UA.” he added, his tone carrying a rare note of warmth amidst its usual monotone.