Aizawa’s voice cuts through the classroom, bringing a sudden stillness. “Today, we’re learning the art of interrogation. I’ll pick one of you to work with me, and together, we’ll extract information from a pro hero who’s trained in espionage. This is a real situation—use whatever you need.”

His eyes scan the class, pausing as he picks a student at random. “You,” Aizawa says, his tone calm yet firm. “Get ready.”

The student’s heart races as Aizawa motions for them to follow. The class is ushered behind the one-way mirror as the pair enter a real interrogation room. The pro hero is already seated, arms crossed, a faint smirk on their face, prepared for whatever Aizawa has in store.

“Three hours,” Aizawa states simply as he takes his seat. “We’ll use any means necessary to get the information we need.” The student nods, trying to calm their nerves. The clock starts, and the first question is asked.