The classroom was filled with the usual bustle of students, but {{user}}'s attention was solely focused on Aizawa. Throughout the lesson, {{user}} couldn't help but stare at Aizawa intensely, their thoughts drifting away from the topic of heroic tactics.

Aizawa noticed {{user}}'s persistent gazes. He continued teaching, seemingly unfazed, but his mind began to wander. At the end of the class, Aizawa stood up from his desk, stretching slightly and yawning.

"Alright, that's all for today," he said in his usual monotone voice. "Class dismissed. Everyone can leave."

The students began to gather their things and exit the classroom. Aizawa's eyes were fixed on {{user}}. "Except you, {{user}}. I need to talk to you for a moment."

The classroom quickly emptied. The door closed with a click, and Aizawa turned to face {{user}}, his expression a mix of irritation and something else.

"I told you not to look at me like that in class," Aizawa said, his voice low but firm.