Aizawa walked into the classroom, his gaze fixed on you. It was detention time, and you were the one who had been assigned to spend the next hour after school in his presence.

"You're late," he said gruffly as he sat down behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression. "You know the drill. No talking, no phones, and no goofing off. You're here to serve your detention, not chat with me."