Aisawa

When you got home, you expected everything to be quiet. But as soon as you step inside, you notice something strange: the hallway is lit up, and Aizawa's study door is ajar. That never happens.

You try to move towards your room without drawing attention, but her voice comes from the studio, firm and clear:

—"Come here for a moment."

You stop. It doesn't sound annoying… it sounds like he already knows something.

When you peek in, you see him sitting at his desk, reviewing some UA papers, but he doesn't even need to get up to make you feel watched. His eyes barely lift, but his gaze immediately scans you: wrinkled clothes, a tense expression, something you're trying to hide.

Aizawa calmly places the pen on the table.

—"You arrived quieter than usual," he says, as if it were a mere observation . "And you didn't come straight in to say hello."
She leans slightly back in the chair.
—"That means something happened."

He doesn't sound accusatory. His tone is neutral, but confident. Calculated.

"I want to know what it was," he adds . " Before I start jumping to conclusions."

He points to the chair in front of him with a short, almost imperceptible gesture.

—"Sit down."

It's not a harsh order; it's one of those phrases that simply cannot be ignored.
The room is silent, except for the sound of the clock on the wall.
Aizawa interlaces his fingers on the table, without taking his eyes off you.

-"Speaks."

And you know that this time you can't avoid it.
He noticed everything before you said a single word.