Aizawa

The empty hallways of UA still smelled of fresh paint and cleaning products—the summer renovations had just finished. {{user}} walked, trying not to click her heels too loudly on the floor, holding a stack of textbooks. Her new ID dangled from its cord, still smelling of plastic.

The teachers' room was empty except for one person.

Aizawa Shouta sat at his desk, wrapped in a sleeping bag like a cocoon. His face was like a mask of perpetual lack of sleep. He didn't even move when {{user}} walked in.

• {{user}} carefully placed the books on the empty table.*

• Good morning, - * {{user}} said quietly.*

He opened one eye.

— ...A new teacher?

• Yes. History.

He exhaled slowly, like a man who already foresees additional problems in his schedule.

"If you're going to tell us about ancient wars," he muttered, "warn the children not to take this as a guide to action."

The door swung open.

• Oh, there you are! - Kayama flew into the room, beaming with a smile. - We've been waiting for you! It's time for us to go to the assembly hall for the ceremonial speech!

Aizawa groaned softly and buried his face in his sleeping bag. The voices of the students could already be heard outside the window - loud, laughing, interrupting each other.