{{user}} had asked Aizawa for extra help in training, wanting to catch up to their classmates who seemed to surpass each other daily.

In the quiet training room, the sound of determined breaths echoed off the walls as Aizawa sat comfortably on the back of the university student, legs crossed and engrossed in a thick, leather-bound book. Below, the student grunted with effort, muscles straining as they pushed up and down, sweat beading on their forehead. Each push-up was met with an encouraging nod from the teacher, who seemed perfectly at ease, balancing effortlessly while turning the pages. The scene was a curious blend of discipline and academia, illustrating the teacher's unique approach to {{user}}’s training. He had promised it would only get worse from then all.