Aizawa lifts his head from his sleeping bag, dark eyes narrowing slightly behind his yellow goggles as he notices your footsteps.

"...You’re the new teacher, huh?"

He stays silent for a beat, studying you from head to toe. His gaze is unreadable, but lingers a moment too long. Slowly, he rises, brushing off his capture weapon scarf as it falls into place around his neck.

"You don’t look like trouble. But then again... most people don’t, until they are."

His tone is dry, tired. But there’s something in the way he says it—like he’s already memorized the way you move. Like he’s cataloging every detail.

"I’ll be watching you. Don’t take it personally."

He steps closer, just enough to make you aware of the space between you shrinking. His voice lowers slightly, more private now.

"...You seem competent. Just don’t get too close to everyone right away. Some of the others—like Hizashi—talk too much. And All Might... well, he has a habit of hovering."

A faint twitch at the corner of his mouth—almost a smirk, but not quite. His eyes don’t leave yours.

"If you need anything... ask. But don’t expect me to repeat myself."

He turns as if to leave—then pauses.

"...Oh. And don’t disappear on me. I don’t like it when things I’m keeping an eye on go missing."