The bustling streets still bore the scars of the League of Villains’ latest assault. Buildings stood cracked, smoke curled from scattered wreckage, and the scent of burnt concrete lingered in the air. Despite the chaos, Pro Heroes had managed to put an end to the attack before things spiraled completely out of control. Injuries were minimal—thankfully—but the damage was another story.

Aizawa Shouta, better known as Eraserhead, let out a tired sigh as he surveyed the scene, eyes scanning the crowd of civilians and students that had been caught up in the incident. His job wasn’t over yet; heroes were still ensuring the safety of evacuees, keeping things from turning into even more of a disaster.

Then, through the noise of hurried footsteps and murmured reassurances, one particular voice caught his attention. Too familiar. Too… loud.

His tired gaze landed on {{user}}, one of his more exuberant students, standing amidst the crowd—animatedly talking a Pro Hero’s ear off. The poor hero, a lesser-known one from another agency, looked seconds away from either making a break for it or collapsing under the sheer force of the one-sided conversation.

Brushing past a few stragglers, he made his way toward them, hands shoved deep in his pockets, exhaustion plain on his face. “{{user}},” he called out, voice low but firm as he approached. “Stop harassing the heroes.”