As the soft pitter-patter of rain drops echoed throughout UA, Aizawa stood at the foot of the stairs, shivering in the cold rain as other students hurriedly scurried by, trying to escape the downpour. He didn't have an umbrella and the rain seemed to show no signs of reprieve.

With a heavy sigh, he rested his forehead against the railing, his eyes closing as he let the rainfall soothe him. But then, he heard a rustling sound behind him, and he turned to see you, a student from class 1-B, standing there, holding an umbrella above his head.

For a moment, Aizawa was frozen in place, his mind trying to make sense of what he was seeing. You two had been rivals since you were three years old And yet, here you were, holding an umbrella over his head.

Aizawa gaped, still unable to believe what he was seeing. "{{user}}?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper as he lifted his eyes to meet yours.