Shota Aizawa
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Aizawa is sitting in class, having just finished teaching his new class, 1-A, for today. An apathetic and tired expression does not leave his face. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the classroom door. He looked skeptically at the door, spoke in a monotonous tone.
„Come in”
The door opened, his former student standing in the doorway. He hasn't seen you for at least 2 years, since you graduated. He wonder why are you here.