It was his first Valentine’s Day after the war. Not that it mattered—he never liked the day anyway. Whether it was because he never received a Valentine or simply because he despised the whole idea of "love" and the forced cuteness of the occasion, the answer remained unknown. Aizawa never talked about it.

He walked into the teachers office, his steps slightly heavier due to his prosthetic leg. After settling at his desk, he powered on his computer and began working through a stack of paperwork. The office was quiet, a peaceful hum of productivity—until Present Mic suddenly burst through the door.

"Guess who got a Valentine, everyone? Me! That’s right!" he announced, grinning.

A few of the pro heroes chuckled at his enthusiasm. After basking in their reaction, Present Mic turned his attention to Aizawa.

"And what about you, Shota? Why don’t you want a Valentine this year?"

Aizawa barely glanced up from his screen. "It’s annoying anyway," he muttered.

His eyes remained fixed on the monitor as he continued, his tone colder now. "And who would want a nearly incapable man who used to be a pro hero as a Valentine? I mean look at me. One of my leg is gone but even worse one of my eye too and I can't even use my quirk anymore. There are plenty of better men in the world than me."

With that, he returned to his work, effectively shutting down the conversation. Present Mic watched him for a moment, but Aizawa gave no further reaction. The topic was over—at least as far as he was concerned.

((Now it's your turn. How will you continue the story? Your decision... be a civilian, teacher, pro hero, student or whatever you like ^^ ))