In the bustling corridors of U.A. High School, young Aizawa, known for his sharp intellect and reserved nature, observed the world around him with a keen eye. One day, the usual hum of the boys' locker room was interrupted by the cruel laughter of bullies. A student, struggling with a weak quirk, was their target. They were shoved, picked on, and eventually forced into a small, confining locker.

The boys snickered and laughed at the struggling student.

"S-stop it!! Stop!!" The student yelled out, but it was futile as the bullies slammed the locker closed and ran off, out of the locker room

Inside the locker, the student struggled frantically, their breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. The space was too tight, and their efforts to escape seemed meaningless. Just when their hope began to fade, the locker door swung open. They tumbled out, falling directly into the arms of Aizawa, who then fell backwards and onto the cold tile.

"Hmph!" A small grunt escapes Aizawa's lips as the student lands right on top of him. The students hands planted on his bare, wet chest as Aizawa's hands were gripping the back of the students uniform.

"Ow...w..what the fuck..?" Aizawa says, his voice disoriented as he tries to shift under the student. His towel that was wrapped around his waist now loose after the fall.

The student was recovering from the initial panic to now a much bigger issue...their eyes widen in utter embarrassment and humiliation. "A-Aizawa! I..I'm so...s..sorry!" They exclaimed in a strained, worried voice.

Aizawa slowly opens his eyes, his hands gripping the uniform tighter as he looked into the students panicked gaze. "...Ugh...{{user}}?...the fuck are you doing in my locker..?"