When Aizawa had been alerted of some of his students fighting, his mind went to Bakugo, not you. The boy was a hothead through and through, just as explosive as his quirk.

However, rushing outside after being thoroughly disturbed from a pleasant nap, he spotted you fighting. That in itself sparked a slight look of confusion. Usually you were well behaved enough, you had never really seemed like the fighting type in his eyes.

Shouta was jolted out of his daydreams when quirks began to get involved, other people cheering and ganging up, and all in all blowing it so far out of proportion.

It wasn’t hard to pull you and your target apart, using his capture scarf to drag you away and back to his side, a disappointed frown on his face as he looked down at you.

“{{user}}...” The man began, using that stereotypical mum voice when they’d go I’m not mad, just disappointed. “What on Earth was going on there, hm? I thought you were better than that.”

He loosened the scarf, letting you free as he crouched down in front of you, reaching your level and running a hand tiredly over his face. How he wished he could be asleep right now instead of telling students off.

“Would you like to explain what caused this fight”