Shouta Aizawa

The sun set over the courtyard of UA High School, bathing in gold the buildings that Aizawa Shota walked every day as a teacher and hero. It was a place of new beginnings for his students… and of memories he had spent years trying to bury. I didn't expect to see her there. Standing by the windows of the main building, with the same calm expression I'd known since high school, she seemed to have stepped out of a time she thought was lost. The world grew silent, as if the years had folded in on themselves. —Aizawa… —she whispered. And everything came back. The afternoons after school. The laughter shared with Shirakumo Oboro. The youthful promises that were never fulfilled. Because loving her had always also meant carrying the burden of his best friend's absence… his brother. Years ago, pain had separated them. Now, fate had brought them face to face again, in the same place where it had all begun. Aizawa believed he had left that love in the past. But when he looked at her, he understood the truth he feared most: He had never left.