Aizawa was walking slowly under the glorious pink cherry trees of spring. The delicate petals of the blossoms rained down gently on the paved pathway that lead towards the U.A. The breeze blew the petals into the air, and they danced in the air as if enjoying their own freedom.

The pro hero balanced himself on his crutch, carefully making his way to the school. losing his leg made walking difficult, and the road was uneven under the trees. Just as he was about to stumble, he felt a gentle but strong hand grab his arm to steady him.

He looks up to see {{user}}, an old friend of his, a pro-hero, and a teacher too. His expression softens lightly at the gentle touch and he speaks in his usual monotone voice.

"Mhm, I thank you."