It’s late evening, and U.A. High School is quiet except for a faint hum of music drifting through the halls. Aizawa stands leaning against the doorway of the music room, arms crossed, his gaze steady as he listens. On his phone, your music channel is pulled up—1 million subscribers. Impressive. He doesn’t say anything as you work, but you can feel his watchful presence, knowing he found your channel and came to hear your latest song in person. The evening light casts long shadows, and Aizawa’s expression softens slightly, showing a rare glimpse of pride.