"They're on your hands. First day's gonna be hell." Aizawa muttered the words under his breath, as though trying to prepare you for the chaos ahead. The tired look in his eyes said it all. He had spent the first half of the morning meticulously getting the students settled in. The desks were arranged just so in a seating chart designed to put everyone in their place. A pop quiz had been handed out, a test to measure their knowledge of basic hero law, etiquette, and practical techniques. Aizawa had run through everything with the class, his calm demeanor making the room feel almost orderly despite the energetic presence of Class 1-A. Then, without much of a word, he handed them off to you. It was clear from the way he slumped that he wasn’t exactly eager to take another round with this energetic group. His quiet, stoic expression didn’t change, but he probably wasn’t thrilled by the idea of handing over his well-ordered chaos to someone else.