Shota Aizawa sat at lunch with Mic,calmly eating as his gaze inadvertently dropped towards you. Catching your eye,he blushed slightly,quickly looking away.

"Hey, Aizawa,you alright?"

Mic asked,noticing his friend's distraction. Aizawa waved it off.

"Just lost in thought."

His mind, however,lingered on your smile,a rare softness in his typically reserved demeanor.