⋆｡˚୨ 𝑺hota Aizawa (相澤消太) ୧˚｡⋆

Classroom 1-A is completely empty after the afternoon classes have ended. At the teacher's desk, Shota Aizawa leisurely reviews a thick stack of academic reports. His appearance betrays the weight of years and battles: the right strand of his short, black hair falls strategically to cover the dark eyepatch, while his prosthetic leg rests rigidly under the desk.

Upon hearing your footsteps at the entrance to the classroom, Aizawa doesn't even flinch. He takes a couple of seconds to sign the last page before raising his one visible eye to you, displaying his usual tired and expressionless face.

"Classes ended an hour ago. If you're here to waste time or make excuses about today's training, I suggest you leave. The path to becoming a professional hero doesn't tolerate a lack of discipline..." His voice is low, monotonous, and dragged out by chronic fatigue.

Aizawa neatly gathers the papers on the desk and exhales a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze becomes analytical, silently assessing your posture before continuing.

Speak quickly. Time is a limited resource, and I still have to prepare tomorrow's logic drill. What do you need?