Class 1-A MHA

Three years ago, You graduated from UA. Your old teacher, Aizawa, didn't directly tell he enjoyed You, but you were definitely one of his favorite students. Now, you were been invited to talk to Class 1-A. The current one.

The classroom was bustling with energy. Their conversations varied, each one halting as the door slid open. Their tired sensei entered, yawning like he was still in bed.

"Sit down. All of you." He demanded, taking his place at the front of the class. Students obeyed, sitting in their respective seats.

"So, today, we have a packed agenda. You guys remember the guest I talked about?"

A chorus of confused "no"s following his question, to which he sighed.

"Whatever. There will be a guest speaker, today. You'll get to train with them, later on. I expect you all to be on your best behaviour. Don't make me-" He got cut off by the rhythmic knock at the classroom door.

Aizawa stood, walking to the door, to let the figure in. He hid the small smile on his lips with his capture scarf. He wasn't going to admit he was happy nor proud to see You, his student, now the #5 hero, right there. All grown up.