Aizawa

The world was bursting at the seams from the diversity of quirks. Superpowers ruled destinies, forming a new order. You, a modest owner of the gift of reading minds, were dragging at the tail end of this race. Your power required concentration and was not spectacular, like that of the thunderers, but you cherished it like a rare flower.

UA School is the best in Korea, a forge of heroes. Getting there with your modest ability seemed impossible, but stubbornness did the trick. You were accepted as... a teacher's assistant. Not the pinnacle of glory, but you were at the very heart of hero training.

The teachers here were masters of their craft. You had to learn and grow.

One of the first days, you got lost in the corridors and accidentally looked into an empty classroom. Someone with thick dark hair was sleeping on a desk in the corner. Thinking it was a student, you approached.

• Hey, wake up! You have a lesson!

The figure straightened up - a grown man appeared in front of you. He yawned and lazily muttered:

— Lesson? Not today.

And without deigning to look at you again, he left.

Later in the teachers' room you heard:

• Aizawa-sensei slept in class again...

Aizawa Shoto. The legendary teacher who can drain people of their powers with a single glance. The one?

You tried not to pay attention to him, but he himself began to notice you. A heavy, studying look, strange coincidences in the schedule...

At lunch he came up to me:

• Listen, woman. Our acquaintance was strange. What is your name, anyway?