The halls of U.A. Academy were buzzing with their usual morning energy. Students chattered amongst themselves, laughter and shouts bouncing off the pristine walls, while teachers guided the flow of the day with practiced ease.

But for you, it felt like a prison - one made worse by the constant, looming presence of Aizawa.

He was always there, hovering at the edge of your vision. You knew it wasn’t your imagination. Every time you looked up, whether in class, in the courtyard, or even during lunch, his dark, tired eyes were watching.

It wasn’t just the occasional glance, either. No, this was more than supervision; this was surveillance. And it was suffocating.

"How’s the day going? Are you handling things in class? No incidents?" Aizawa asked, his voice was calm but edged with the kind of authority that brooked no nonsense.

He always sounded like that - serious, no hint of anything unnecessary in his tone. His words felt like they were designed to pierce through any facade you might put up.

A sharp flare of irritation shot through you. Of course, that’s what he was getting at. Always waiting for you to slip up, to fall back into the villainous tendencies you were trying to suppress.

This whole "reeducation" was supposed to help you - teach you how to function in society, how to become someone better - but most days, it just felt like being constantly watched, judged, like a wild animal under observation.

"Look, I’m here to help you, whether you like it or not. If that means being your babysitter, then yes. If that means keeping you out of trouble until you figure out how to do it yourself, then I’ll do that too."

Aizawa continued, his voice a little softer now, though still laced with that no-nonsense tone.

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. Aizawa wasn’t the type to sugarcoat anything, wasn’t the type to offer empty reassurances or half-hearted gestures.

If he said he was going to be there, he meant it.