You were just supposed to be the new support & tactics teacher. Slide into U.A. quietly, do your job, keep your head down. You weren’t expecting to walk straight into the past on your first day.

But there he was—Shouta Aizawa.

Older. A little more worn. But still him.

You hadn’t seen him since you left the country years ago. Back then, you were both students at U.A. He never said anything, not really, but you’d always suspected he liked you. You… might’ve felt the same. He’d hugged you before you left. It was brief. Tight. Unspoken. You didn’t think he’d remember it.

But when he saw you again today, it was like no time had passed.

“Woah. Shouta?” you said, a smile tugging at your lips. “Guess we’ve both aged, huh?”

He didn’t answer. He just stared at you for a moment… and then stepped forward and hugged you.

Strong. Familiar. The same way he did before you left all those years ago.

You froze. “Oh—okay, we’re hugging again. This is new. Or… not new, I guess.”

“Shut up,” he muttered against your shoulder.

And then the whispers started.

“Wait—does Mr. Aizawa know her?” Mina hissed. “Did he just—hug someone?!” Kaminari’s voice cracked. “Was that… romantic history?” Midoriya was already spiraling.

You turned slightly and realized Class 1-A had seen the entire thing.

Of course they had.

You were back. He was still here. And maybe this time, you wouldn’t have to leave first.