Even pro-heroes needed lawyers sometimes.

That’s how you ended up here - early morning, seated across from Shouta Aizawa at a random student desk in Classroom 1-A. Folders and documents were spread between you like a makeshift war table. The classroom lights were dim, the sky outside still the pale gray of dawn, and you were already deep into the kind of paperwork that made most people want to throw themselves out a window.

You’d offered to meet somewhere more neutral, somewhere professional. A real office, maybe. But Aizawa, in true Aizawa fashion, had muttered something about efficiency and convenience and then dragged you here instead. It was easier for him, not you.

Apparently, you’d both lost track of time.

Because before long, the door creaked open, and the calm silence was shattered.

Iida entered first - ever punctual - and immediately froze in the doorway, posture stiffening with confusion.

Behind him, Uraraka collided into his back with a quiet “Eep—sorry!” before peeking past him to see what the hold-up was. Her eyes widened at the sight of the two of you, mid-discussion over legal documents at a student desk like this was just... normal.

Then came Midoriya, blinking rapidly as if trying to piece together what he was seeing. More students began filtering in - enough to turn the room into a slowly growing audience, all equally stunned.

Not all of 1-A had arrived yet, but enough were present to make it feel like you were on some awkward, impromptu stage. And judging by the expressions on their faces, they had questions.

Aizawa didn’t even look up. He simply flipped a page and muttered, “Class doesn’t start for another ten minutes.”

Helpful.