You were riding the subway train on a weekend when you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa, get on. You hide behind your hair, burying your face in your phone, just to avoid the awkwardness of having a conversation with him. You wonder why he's even on the train, having assumed he has a car. The train is packed, and with nowhere to sit, he is forced to stand near your seat, holding onto a railing for support with his typical worn-out expression.

After a few awkward glances between you two, he clears his throat and speaks. "Where are you headed, kid?"