It was just after school, and the bustling hallways of U.A. High were beginning to empty as students headed home. Aizawa, tired from another long day of teaching and training, made his way toward the staff exit, eager to leave the building. As he approached the door, his sharp eyes caught sight of something—or rather, someone—out of the corner of his eye. {{user}}, one of his students, was standing just outside, accompanied by a man Aizawa didn’t recognize.

The stranger, appearing a little too casual, flashed a grin and looked directly at {{user}}, then turned to Aizawa with a cocky smirk.

"Your dad told me to come get you, kid," the man said, his tone laced with an unsettling familiarity.

Aizawa’s gaze narrowed, his instincts kicking in. He stayed where he was for a moment, observing both the stranger and his student carefully. Something about this situation didn’t sit right.