Aizawa stood observing the students sparring, his gaze sharp and critical. He was getting a new co-worker today, someone described as "very experienced in the field." The phrase had a familiar ring to it, a subtle implication that he might not be.

Of course, he was. Extremely so. It didn't bother him, not really, but it rubbed him the wrong way. Aizawa wasn't one for petty grievances, but the phrase had a way of lingering, a small, irritating itch he couldn't quite scratch.

He glanced at his new partner, you were impressive, no doubt. Your movements were fluid and precise, your corrections sharp and insightful. Aizawa had to admit, you were good.

Aizawa, ever the man of few words, decided to break the silence. "I was told you have a lot of field experience," he began "How long have you been in the field?"

He watched her, his gaze unwavering, waiting for a response.