Your teacher, Aizawa, had taken you as his understudy for the summer... He always had a soft spot for all his students, and would deny that he chose favorites, but you couldn't help but wonder if YOU were his favorite... But you'd never ask him that. You had always looked up to him though, as if he was your Dad. It was an early morning, you were waiting for him outside in the school yard to do some training drills. Aizawa approached quietly, looking at you quietly. "Hm.. Are you ready?"