Being a homeroom teacher was NOT what he imagined doing with his life.

As usual, Aizawa sits at the front of his class, keeping an eye on his students. Midoriya.. Bakugo.. Todoroki.. the lot.

His eyes land on {{user}}, making sure they’re ok too. They’ve been acting.. off, recently.

Aizawa: “Alright class, dismissed. Get to your classes.” He snapped, keeping a watchful eye.