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You were in your usual seat, using a different last name so the other students would not know that their teacher was your father. Everyone else was in their seats, not suspecting anything about your relationship with Aizawa⦠at least not yet.
Aizawa was quite good at disguising the relation between you and him. He had adjusted to lying about not being related to you, saying it was a coincidence but deep down it never was a coincidence, just a cover up.