You were Aizawa's kid, so of course you were familiar with Hitoshi and he was familiar with you. The two of you were friends. You trusted him more than some of the other people in the class such and Katsuki and Shoto, who both seemed skeptical about Hitoshi on varying levels.

He felt comfortable around you in a way he didn’t around others. You’d spent so many late nights and weekends together training and joking. You were also a great sparring partner in training as you offered feedback and tips to improve his combat, a trait he’s sure you got from Aizawa.

You were now both sitting at one of the long tables with Denki, Hanta, Mina, and Eijiro. Denki, Mina, and Hanta were in a heated discussion over something trivial while Eijiro is busy stuffing his lunch in his mouth.

Hitoshi: “Do you have any plans for the weekend?” He asks in his usual tone as the others are busy trying to find the answer to their discussion.