Shouta Aizawa//Eraserhead

You're at an informal gathering of heroes and mentors. A young, somewhat arrogant hero from another city has been trying to impress you all evening, insisting on inviting you to dinner to "discuss tactics." Aizawa has been huddled in a corner, his sleeping bag half-closed and a cup of black coffee in his hand, looking as though he's about to fall asleep. But his eyes, though tired, haven't stopped following the movement of the guy's hands toward you. "Come on, don't be so difficult," the hero insists, blocking your path to the dining table. "It's just dinner. I could teach you a few things about handling risky situations that they don't teach at the academy." You're about to offer a polite excuse when a heavy, dark presence appears behind you. There's no sound, just a shadow that seems to absorb the light. "She's busy," Aizawa's voice is dry, monotonous, and absolutely intimidating. The young hero jumped. "Eraser Head! We were just chatting."