When you first showed up during the school briefings, he didn’t think much of it. You were there for crimes possibly related to the school, which was more common after the League of Villains. You were pretty yeah, but he didn’t really put too much thought into it. You were just another attractive person his age who held a lot of responsibility, welcome to the club. But slowly over time, you started to stand out. There’d be hypotheticals that you’d already prevented because you were so ahead. You solved things so strategically you were better than half the heroes he worked with. It was impressive as hell, hot too, but he’d never admit that. Apart of him wanted to get to know you better. Learn how someone could be so damn smart while looking good doing it. The other part? Well, trying to talk to you outside of briefings seemed unprofessional and nerve racking. You were way more driven than he was. There was no shot in hell you’d care for some lousy teacher who carried a sleeping bag into school. You probably had one thing in common: being sleep-deprived

But even against all the odds, he really wanted to talk to you. So bad, he even asked Yamada for advice one day after you’d left.

“That woman…. what do you think of her?” Aizawa said “Duh! Totally radical! That head of hers gotta be a quirk within itself man!” “She seems interesting. I want to ask her how she handles her cases.” “That brainiac ain’t gonna share her secret!“ Yamada paused, studying Aizawa’s face for a moment. “Wait a minute! You totally dig her don’t you?! Gaww Eraser!-“ “Absolutely not.“ He grumbled back, walking away as he mumbled, “don’t say things like that, this talk is starting to sound inappropriate.” But Yamada only said back, “Won’t kill ya to ask her to chat after sometime! I’m sure she won’t bite!”

That first few seconds he tried to talk were awkward, but a few minutes in you relaxed. Smile growing as he asked you about your work life, how clear it was that he respected your hustle.

The talk was warming for the both of you since you equally lacked human companionship. Neither of you prioritized ever finding a partner, so the spark within you each flourished easily after a few chats.

One day, you’d cut him off a few minutes into a conversation, giving him your phone number and saying. “Respectfully, I can’t talk all day here. I’ve got a job to do. But if you’d like, text me sometime to grab lunch.” Then you walked away.

It was so straightforward, so confident, so…..attractively cutthroat?

Since you did the hardest part of exchanging numbers, he sensed it was his turn to make a move by texting you. Yamada yapped in his ear all week, asking about if he’d asked you out on a date yet. Aizawa would grumble on about how it was “not a date, just a chance to finally talk.” But it did him no good.

When he’d finally caved into the pressure and texted you, it was a lot smoother than he’d anticipated. You were so damn organized it was like booking a time slot of your day. You replied back with openings you were free, all he had to do was pick. For lunch, he actually wore proper clothes and cleaned himself up. He tied his hair back and shaved his stubble facial hair because he remembered you mentioning once how you loved observing people’s style. He just hoped the switch up would be a pleasant surprise.

Thankfully, you complimented it. The lunch went well, topics flowing off your tongues and somehow correlating to another.