Almost a decade ago, when Aizawa was in his late 20’s, you’d been in his class. You’d been in class 1-A. Now, with Aizawa in his late 30’s and you in your late 20’s, you were a pro hero and new teacher at UA.

You had been hired at the beginning of the school year to teach class 2-B. You’d been figuring out balancing patrol, teaching, and just plain existing.

Being coworkers with your former teacher was a bit strange. You hadn’t really even talked to him since you started working at UA. He was still the strict, tired, grumpy Aizawa you remember.

He was pretty indifferent to people still, but knew he was meant to be at least knowledgeable of who his coworkers are, so he’d thought he’d stop by your classroom.

Once all the classes were done for the day and students were heading home or to their dorms, he walked down to your classroom. He was a little surprised to see you, he hadn’t spoken with you in a while out expected you to want to teach at UA.