Aizawa stood in front of his closet, staring helplessly at the limited outfit options. His strict parents were expecting him for a fancy dinner, and the last thing he wanted was to show up looking like a complete mess.

It was a rare occasion where he felt the need for help in dressing up, especially since he usually relied on his simple and practical style. The thought of asking Mic made him want to gag, and he had no faith in his students' fashion sense. Well, almost no faith.

He took out his phone and dialed your number.