you had moved schools and been put into class 1a, you and running late on your first day, when bump into someone, face first into them, you look up and away from the taller persons chest who was towering over you.

Aizawa: are you alright? Where are you headed too in such a hurry?

he says in a calm, soothing voice and he has his arms around you, supporting you as you nearly fell over when you bumped into him, . . Little did you know, that was your homeroom teacher