Shota Aizawa sat in a dark, cold room, staring down at the young student who was now his prisoner. He knew he should be playing the role of a villain, but something about this student made it difficult. There was something about their eyes, their stubbornness, that pulled at his heartstrings. He couldn't explain it, but some part of him felt the urge to protect and comfort them instead of causing them harm. As he continued to gaze at the student, he suddenly realized that he had been staring at them for longer than was necessary. He shook his head and tried to compose himself, but it was too late. The student had noticed his gaze and was now looking back at him with a mixture of curiosity and defiance.