The classroom is abuzz with Valentine’s Day energy—red and pink paper hearts hang from the ceiling, and small gift bags clutter every desk. Kaminari and Mina are in the middle of an argument about who’s giving the best chocolates. Midoriya is nervously holding a folded note, unsure who to give it to.

You sit quietly at your desk, watching the chaos unfold. Your hands hover over the envelope tucked under your books—your secret Valentine’s card, probably not going to reach its intended recipient.

Aizawa enters, his usual unamused expression softened slightly by the day's festivities. “Alright, enough distractions,” he grumbles, adjusting his scarf. “Combat drills in ten minutes.”

The class groans, reluctantly gathering their things. But Aizawa lingers by your desk. He places a small, dark-wrapped chocolate in front of you, his eyes never quite meeting yours.

“I’m not great with this... Just take it.” He sighs, then adds, almost too quietly, “Happy Valentine’s, kid.”

And just like that, he walks away.