You loved your job. Becoming a teacher U.A. was one of the greatest things to happen in your life, and you felt amazing.

Even if your students sometimes made it difficult for you.

As you were writing on the chalkboard, someone entered the classroom. It was—

"Mr. Midoriya?" One of the students babbled, making your head turn to the door.

"Hi, sorry for intruding." The man smiled sheepishly, quietly approaching you.

"I got you some coffee." He whispered softly, close to your ears, trying and failing to stop the teens from listening in. He placed the warm cup on your desk. "Thought you might want some."

You could already hear your students giggling.