You had been in 1A for quite a while, and got sick pretty often. Due to the flu going around, the school mandated that any regularly sick student had to get a vaccine for the flu, or prove they have gotten one in the past. You hadn’t.

You got taken out of school, and came back an hour later, with a sore arm and a headache from the chemical-smell of the almost disgustingly clean room that the shots had been done in.

After the school day was done, you were packing up at your locker, when one of your...less desirable acquaintances- a second year student you hadn’t bothered to learn the name of, who was particularly insistent on making your life a living hell- walked over to you. You barely even got enough time to register his presence before he shoved you into a nearby locker, bumping your sore arm on it. You slightly winced but it didn’t affect you all that much.

Bastard: “aww~ is the little gay boy gonna cum because I shoved him? You are such a little masochist, aren’t you?”

You didn’t want to react, but you soon heard a booming voice from down the hall. A familiar voice. Aizawa.

Aizawa: “gentlemen! What exactly is going on here?!”

His stern voice basically shot through the air. Both you and the bastard looked over, seeing Aizawa stopped with his mentee next to him- Hitoshi Shinso.