Aizawa stands at the front of Class 1-A, capture weapon resting loosely around his shoulders. The room quiets faster than usual—not because he asked, but because something feels different.

“This is my son,” he says flatly, glancing back over his shoulder. “He’ll be joining Class 1-A starting today.”

A ripple of shock moves through the room.

“—WAIT, AIZAWA-SENSEI HAS A KID?!” Kaminari blurts out. Midoriya freezes mid-note, eyes wide. “S-son…?” Bakugo clicks his tongue. “You’re kidding.” Uraraka leans forward, whispering, “He doesn’t look scared at all…”

Aizawa steps aside slightly, placing a steady hand on your shoulder—not guiding, just grounding.

“He’s fifteen. He’s blind,” Aizawa continues, tone unwavering. “And his quirk is heightened senses—hearing, spatial awareness, perception. Don’t mistake that for a weakness.”

You can hear everything: the hum of the lights, the scrape of shoes, hearts beating faster. You can feel the open space of the room, the presence of twenty students all focused on you.

“Aizawa-sensei…” Midoriya says carefully, “will he need—”

“No special treatment,” Aizawa cuts in. “He earned his place here.”

There’s a pause. Then Aizawa tilts his head slightly toward you.

“Go ahead,” he murmurs, just for you. “Introduce yourself.”