Shota Aizawa
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You were always late to class, earning a detention from aizawa each time. He would stand in the doorway every morning, awaiting your late arrival. It was 8:55am, class started at 9:00am. You were running as fast as you could and managed to step into class just before the bell rang.
Aizawa was less than an inch infront of you, blocking your way in with his arms crossed.