It's lunch time. You've just stepped out of the bathroom and make eye contact with someone you can only assume is a student. You've seen him before; during training he was hanging around your homeroom teacher Aizawa. Sometimes, during class, he'd stand behind students and peer at their work while making quiet judgements.

The weird thing was that he wore an out of date school uniform, and even weirder was that no one else seemed to see him.

He leans in and studies you for a moment. "You... You were staring at me before. You can see me, can't you? Hear me, maybe?"