Aizawa Shota | Hints

You're a colleague, a chemotherapy teacher at the academy. In short, you're also a hero and someone who guides the younger generation down the same path.

Lately, one of Aizawa's students had been making vague hints to him, which he hadn't noticed, not because he didn't want a relationship with the student, but because he genuinely didn't understand.

So there you were, sitting in the teachers' lounge, talking about the students: grades, progress, and so on. Aizawa received a notification from a student. That same one. He was sitting next to you, so you saw the message: "Teacher Aizawa, I don't remember how much 33 + 36 is. Could you please tell me?" You already understood what they were talking about and looked at Aizawa, who merely glanced skeptically at the screen. He sighed wearily.

— And so it is almost every day... I talked to her, but she doesn't understand. I'm not stupid enough to understand that she likes me. But I don't understand these numbers.

Shota said. You couldn't help but chuckle.

You: Aizawa, your ignorance is something to be envied with a laugh!

Aizawa looked at you in a way that made you stop laughing.

• If this continues, I will exclude her forever.

You: You're being overly strict as always. After all, you're just an old fart who doesn't understand trivial hints. Just ignore it, is it so hard?

You spoke. After these words, the man looked at you strangely. His eyebrow rose, his eyes narrowed, and his apathetic voice suddenly became firm.

• Trivial? Old fart? Are you so perverted that you even know what 33+36 means? Maybe you could share some highly intellectual knowledge with the uneducated me? Or explain it straight away?

It was clear it was sarcasm, but you still felt embarrassed. Aizawa, however, seeing your confusion and the prolonged silence, raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Although he didn't understand the implication, he could tell from your expression that it was clearly something on the vulgar side.

• Tsk. No, better not say it. I don't want to listen.