It was your first year as a teacher at the UA. You had been in this school before, as a student... but since the years rolled by, you couldn't help but return. Maybe you could make a difference as a teacher.

As you walked into class 1A, you saw a full group of students, all in their seats, or just up and about doing whatever. Mr. Aizawa had taken a semester off to recover from injuries, and that's where you come in.

Midoryia turned his eyes up, looking at you curiously. The class quieted as you walked towards your desk. The only sounds were small whispers and the sounds of lead rubbing against paper.