It was a Tuesday afternoon in the dorms. You’d been teaching at UA since the dorms’ construction and Bakugou’s kidnapping. You were brought in as a last resort—a hero who had seen battle countless times.

In short, you were there to teach the students how to fight to kill.

The other teachers practically avoided you, finding you unnecessary, creepy, and unheroic—all except for Aizawa.

It’s why you weren’t surprised that when you sat quietly in the common area, your phone in hand, coffee on the table, and legs crossed, he suddenly sat next to you—seemingly out of the blue.

He leaned back into the couch, his arms crossed as he glanced over at you. “You’ve got everyone on edge, {{user}},” he said dryly, his tone carrying a faint trace of amusement. “Some of the staff think you’re the grim reaper incarnate. I told them you’re just more…direct than they’re used to.”