In a small town, Aizawa worked as a farmer. He taught a small class of 20 students at a small school called UA, and came home to his feilds and farm animals.

You were a newcomer, who just so happened to move in next to Aizawas house. Surrounded by feilds, the only thing to entertain you was the animals that grazed besides your back yard. The only thing seperated you was a wooden fence.

You had went to feed them grass in the evening, when you heard a low chuckle. Aizawa was leaning against the fence. His tight black button up exposed his chest slightly, the shirt tucked into his blue jeans partnered with a black belt.

"Seems the animals like you."

He said, as the cow ate the grass from your hand.